It’s Nostalgia Time…Walk With Me…

 

courtesy of lair2000.net

I’ve been strolling down memory lane lately.  When last we met, I regaled you w/my Camp Fire Girls story.  Today we’re not going to guffaw or fall out of our comfy chair while telling you the latest antics of EmmaLou, Golden Destroyer.  No, today we’re gonna stroll down memory lane again.  Indulge me. This is what it’s like to age…I can’t remember what I wore yesterday, but what I’m about to share with you made me time-travel back many years with crystal clarity. I can still smell the chalk dust from the blackboard behind me in the classroom as I stood in front of the class… Sigh…

You see, while cleaning out documents in a very full laptop, I came across something I haven’t thought about in a very long time.  It’s a delightful poem by Ogden Nash and I remember quite well memorizing it for a recitation in elementary school some time back in the Neolithic Age.  I couldn’t memorize this many lines now if my life depended on it – but back then I nailed it.  I thought I had a promising future in acting.  I’m just happy I kept the poem.  It is every bit as delightful to me today as it was back then….

THE TALE OF CUSTARD THE DRAGON

By Ogden Nash

Copyright Linell Nash Smith and Isabel Nash Eberstadt

Belinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,
And the little gray mouse, she called her Blink,
And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,
But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.

Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,
And spikes on top of him and scales underneath,
Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose,
And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.

Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,
Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful,
Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival,
They all sat laughing in the little red wagon
At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.

Belinda giggled till she shook the house,
And Blink said Week!, which is giggling for a mouse,
Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age,
When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound,
And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.
Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda,
For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.

Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,
And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright,
His beard was black, one leg was wood;
It was clear that the pirate meant no good.

Belinda paled, and she cried, Help! Help!
But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp,
Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household,
And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.

But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine,
Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,
With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm
He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.

The pirate gaped at Belinda’s dragon,
And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,
He fired two bullets but they didn’t hit,
And Custard gobbled him, every bit.

Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,
No one mourned for his pirate victim
Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate
Around the dragon that ate the pyrate.

Belinda still lives in her little white house,
With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse,
And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon,
And her realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs,
Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.

 

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6 thoughts on “It’s Nostalgia Time…Walk With Me…

  1. Thanks for sharing, Linda!

    Time for me to travel down memory lane to: How Now, Brown Cow with a glass of chocolate milk!

    Love ya!

    ~ me
    it was nice for me to find a comforting childhood memory in the midst of all the not so good ones. Love ya back girl! xo

  2. Memories! Always so nice. You say you can’t remember what you wore yesterday? I’m trying to remember what I had for breakfast this morning! LOL!
    Breakfast!!! I knew I forgot something already. LOL 😉

  3. Here’s my poem –

    If you should see an ant elope
    Her name would be Felice, I hope
    And she could say to all her nieces
    Come here, and meet your Aunt Felice’s
    brand new groom, his name is Grant,
    But you may call him Uncle Ant.

    8th grade English
    Now that’s adorable! 😉

  4. Love this – and never had heard it. That’s ok – I can start piling up poetry for my second childhood!
    I’m not sure I ever left my first… 😉

  5. It is good that you can even remember you learned this poem. Suffering from CRS makes for a lot of memory loss, but I can remember learning “Mary had a little lamb” and that is about it. I know there were other things that I learned and they might be in the file cabinets inside my brain but the dang drawers won’t open anymore. Maybe I should have never locked them, but oh well, what can I say, I lost the key because I can’t remember sh*t.

    That is a cute poem and I bet you were cute reciting it.

    God bless.
    yeah precious little chubby kid going on and on about dragons – must have been flippin’ adorable… lol snort

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