tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581327340351354354.post875987404792801861..comments2023-06-30T05:48:27.690-07:00Comments on Dancing Tortuga: Fulong Beach, TaiwanHelen Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09841448745953663078noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581327340351354354.post-26085009842729692662012-08-18T08:59:46.308-07:002012-08-18T08:59:46.308-07:00The Walrus and the Carpenter
by Lewis Carroll
Th...The Walrus and the Carpenter<br />by Lewis Carroll <br /><br />The sun was shining on the sea,<br />Shining with all his might;<br />He did his very best to make<br />The billows smooth and bright—<br />And this was odd, because it was<br />The middle of the night.<br /><br />The moon was shining sulkily,<br />Because she thought the sun<br />Had got no business to be there<br />After the day was done—<br />"It's very rude of him," she said,<br />"To come and spoil the fun!"<br /><br />The sea was wet as wet could be,<br />The sands were dry as dry.<br />You could not see a cloud, because<br />No cloud was in the sky;<br />No birds were flying overhead—<br />There were no birds to fly.<br /><br />The Walrus and the Carpenter<br />Were walking close at hand;<br />They wept like anything to see<br />Such quantities of sand.<br />"If this were only cleared away,"<br />They said, "it would be grand!"<br /><br />"If seven maids with seven mops<br />Swept it for half a year,<br />Do you suppose," the Walrus said,<br />"That they could get it clear?"<br />"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,<br />And shed a bitter tear.<br /><br />"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"<br />The Walrus did beseech.<br />"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,<br />Along the briny beach;<br />We cannot do with more than four,<br />To give a hand to each."<br /><br />The eldest Oyster looked at him,<br />But never a word he said;<br />The eldest Oyster winked his eye,<br />And shook his heavy head—<br />Meaning to say he did not choose<br />To leave the oyster-bed.<br /><br />But four young Oysters hurried up,<br />All eager for the treat;<br />Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,<br />Their shoes were clean and neat—<br />And this was odd, because, you know,<br />They hadn't any feet.<br /><br />Four other Oysters followed them,<br />And yet another four;<br />And thick and fast they came at last,<br />And more, and more, and more—<br />All hopping through the frothy waves,<br />And scrambling to the shore.<br /><br />The Walrus and the Carpenter<br />Walked on a mile or so,<br />And then they rested on a rock<br />Conveniently low;<br />And all the little Oysters stood<br />And waited in a row.<br /><br />"The time has come," the Walrus said,<br />"To talk of many things:<br />Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—<br />And cabbages—and kings—<br />And why the sea is boiling hot—<br />And whether pigs have wings."<br /><br />"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,<br />"Before we have our chat;<br />For some of us are out of breath,<br />And all of us are fat!"<br />"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.<br />They thanked him much for that.<br /><br />"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,<br />"Is what we chiefly need;<br />Pepper and vinegar besides<br />Are very good indeed—<br />Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,<br />We can begin to feed."<br /><br />"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,<br />Turning a little blue.<br />"After such kindness, that would be<br />A dismal thing to do!"<br />"The night is fine," the Walrus said,<br />"Do you admire the view?"<br /><br />"It was so kind of you to come!<br />And you are very nice!"<br />The Carpenter said nothing but<br />"Cut us another slice.<br />I wish you were not quite so deaf—<br />I've had to ask you twice!"<br /><br />"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,<br />"To play them such a trick,<br />After we've brought them out so far,<br />And made them trot so quick!"<br />The Carpenter said nothing but<br />"The butter's spread too thick!"<br /><br />"I weep for you," the Walrus said;<br />"I deeply sympathize."<br />With sobs and tears he sorted out<br />Those of the largest size,<br />Holding his pocket-handkerchief<br />Before his streaming eyes.<br /><br />"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,<br />"You've had a pleasant run!<br />Shall we be trotting home again?"<br />But answer came there none—<br />And this was scarcely odd, because<br />They'd eaten every one. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581327340351354354.post-40480959623611067862012-08-18T08:14:13.053-07:002012-08-18T08:14:13.053-07:00Ssssoooooo beautiiful!!!Ssssoooooo beautiiful!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com