Week Seven of #PoetrySummer

So…. Why did the updates stop on day 2 last week? Because I went camping and forgot to take my iPad with me. We had service (it wasn’t far enough from civilization to ruin the 3G access), so I could have updated if I’d brought it, but I didn’t, so no updates and no Prufrock (the poem was also on my iPad, so without it I had nothing to memorize). (I rely on my iPad for pretty much everything, if that wasn’t obvious.)

So sorry, no Prufrock for you. I managed to save last week by memorizing something else, and I’ll be doing Prufrock again this week. What did I memorize last week? One of my favorite childhood poems, “Disobedience” by A. A. Milne:

James James
Morrison Morrison
Weatherby George Dupree
Took great
Care of his Mother
Though he was only three.
James James
Said to his Mother,
“Mother,” he said, said he;
“You must never go down to the end of the town,
if you don’t go down with me.”

James James
Morrison’s Mother
Put on a golden gown,
James James
Morrison’s Mother
Drove to the end of the town.
James James
Morrison’s Mother
Said to herself, said she:
“I can get right down to the end of the town
and be back in time for tea.”

King John
Put up a notice,
“LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED!
JAMES JAMES
MORRISON’S MOTHER
SEEMS TO HABE BEEN MISLAID.
LAST SEEN
WANDERING VAGUELY
QUITE OF HER OWN ACCORD,
SHE TRIED TO GET DOWN TO THE END OF THE TOWN
– FORTY SHILLINGS REWARD!

James James
Morrison Morrison
(Commonly known as Jim)
Told his
Other relations
Not to go blaming him.
James James
Said to his Mother,
“Mother,” he said, said he,
“You must never go down to the end of the town
without consulting me.”

James James
Morrison’s Mother
Hasn’t been heard of since.
King John
Said he was sorry,
So did the Queen and Prince.
King John
(Somebody told me)
Said to a man he knew:
“If people go down to the end of the town, well,
what can anyone do?”

(Now then, very softly)

J. J.
M. M.
W. G. du P.
Took great
C/o his M*****
Though he was only 3.
J. J.
Said to his M*****
“M*****,” he said, said he:

“You-must-never-go-down-to-the-end-of-the-town-
if-you-don’t-go-down-with ME!”

2 Responses to “Week Seven of #PoetrySummer”

  1. Wendy says:

    Wow. This cracks me up. My own mother is afraid of driving “to town” by herself (we live in Knoxville, TN–a small city) and I hate to say it, but the “wandering vaguely quite of her own accord” bit will probably apply to me one day (if it doesn’t already). I hope the Prufrock goes well this week and that your iPad doesn’t wander off into the woods in protest because you left it all alone last week.

    I haven’t settled on my next poem yet, but I’m leaning toward Rainer Maria Rilke.

    Good luck!

  2. RobC says:

    I managed to learn the whole of Prufrock by heart. It’s the first poem I’ve memorized since school, and I found it so rewarding that this week I’m moving on to my own personal favourite, Fitzgerald’s “The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayam” (first edition, found here: http://www.arabiannights.org/rubaiyat/index2.html )

    It’s really long so I’m giving myself two weeks for this one.
    Thanks for starting the ball rolling!

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