conuly

I amuse myself altogether too much, I must say.

Jenn and 'dul and all were on the train with me today. To entertain myself (and, ostensibly, the children), I started singing "I had a cat, and the cat pleased me", prompting the sarcastic comment from Jenn that this song didn't have nearly enough death and dismemberment. Y'know, like most of the songs I prefer. (Hey! I like ballads! They have killing in them! Can't be helped!)

So, to appease her, I sang "I had a zombie and the zombie pleased me, I fed my zombie by yonder tree! Zombie goes braaaains! Braaaaains! Duck goes quack, quack, hen goes chimney-chuck, chimney-chuck, cat goes fiddley-I-fee."

Vampires go "Blood! Blood!", Werewolves go "Grr! Grr!", Mummies go "I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for those meddling kids!", Ghosts go "Boo! Boo!" and at this point I gave up.

But I was amused, at least. So were the tourists. I ought to charge them for their amusement - they got bona fide New York City entertainment for free! It's unfair!

Ah well.