teaspoon

boynton may indeed have reached the age - or at least the stage -when a weakness for sunsets starts to set in, but she has not quite yet got to the love of a good bit of teaspoon verse time in her life. That is she won't be inscribing her lofty thoughts onto the silverware just yet. Shortly after posting the sunset piece she looked across and there on the desk was a teaspoon that may as well be found - from whence it came she knows not - it may well have fallen from the sky. Closer inspection revealed a small lyric about the Australian sunrise. It might just have easily been another of James Cutherbertson's verses - Old Billy -
"...How often on the Friday night—
Your cubic measure testing—
With jam and tea we stuffed you tight
Before we started nesting"

Or even a line from Wattle and Myrtle
"Aye, and Her sweet breath lingers on the wattle..."

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Comments: teaspoon

Sunsets Boynty? Didn't know you were such a fan.
Posted by Tony.T at July 13, 2003 09:40 PM

If that's "tea breath" lingering on the wattle it sure isn't sweet. Its lingering stench for some reason goes hand in hand with stumpy teeth. I don't know why, but in my mind I always link the two.
Posted by Nora at July 13, 2003 11:59 PM

Nora, you should fashion that memory into a terse verse and inscribe a souvenir teaspoon. You could then whip up an appropriate graphic to enamel.

I think I read recently that Tea is actually supposed to be Good for breath. Guess it depends on what blend you use?
Posted by boynton at July 14, 2003 12:09 AM