So Long, Farewell

There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too,
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "Cuckoo."
(Cuckoo, cuckoo)
Regretfully they tell us, but firmly they compel us
To say "Good night" to you.

Heffalump said...
There's a sad sort of pleading from the dog in the hall
And the biscuits in the steeple too,
And up in the Nickel Arcade an absurd little wolverine
Is popping out to say "Hullaballoo."
(Hullaballoo, Hullaballoo)
Stealthily they tell us, but stunningly they compel us
To say "Oh my stars and garters!" to you.

b. said...
There's a sad sort of charting from the stethoscope in the hall
And the patients in the steeple too,
And up in the hospital an absurd little cheetah
Is popping out to say "Gomboo."
(Gomboo, Gomboo)
Hastily they tell us, but stat they compel us
To say "Code Blue!" to you.

Melissa said...
There's a sad sort of spitting from the camera in the hall
And the cups in the steeple too,
And up in the jail an absurd little duckbilled platypus
Is popping out to say "Hullabaloo."
(Hullabaloo, Hullabaloo)
Stealthily they tell us, but extremely they compel us
To say "DUDE!" to you.

glittersmama said...
There's a sad sort of jumping from the rock in the hall
And the apples in the steeple too,
And up in Las Vegas an absurd little buffalo
Is popping out to say "Bamboo."
(Bamboo, Bamboo)
Quietly they tell us, but hungrily they compel us
To say "Stay!" to you.

compulsive writer said...
There's a sad sort of kissing from the cowpie in the hall
And the gasps in the steeple too,
And up in Lackawanna an absurd little gnat
Is popping out to say "Buckaroo."
(Buckaroo, Buckaroo)
Spastically they tell us, but organically they compel us
To say "Holy Hannah!" to you.

Kayelyn said...
There's a sad sort of snoozing from the watch in the hall
And the combs in the steeple too,
And up in the bedroom an absurd little rat
Is popping out to say "Bombaloo."
(Bombaloo, Bombaloo)
Grumpily they tell us, but shockingly they compel us
To say "OUCH!" to you.

ThornyTreeLady said...
There's a sad sort of picking from the apple in the hall
And the firemen in the steeple too,
And up in Denver an absurd little horse
Is popping out to say "Toodleoo."
(Toodleoo, Toodleoo)
Sheepishly they tell us, but sideways they compel us
To say "SWEET!!!" to you.

Tori :) said...
There's a sad sort of scratching from the phone in the hall
And the toenails in the steeple too,
And up in the men's room an absurd little meerkat
Is popping out to say "Poo-poo."
(Poo-poo, Poo-poo)
Suspiciously they tell us, but cheerfully they compel us
To say "WORD TO YOUR MUTHA!" to you.

tracy m said...
There's a sad sort of whining from the Bean in the hall
And the benches in the steeple too,
And up in the backyard an absurd little barn owl
Is popping out to say "Hulabalooo."
(Hulabalooo, Hulabalooo)
Mightily they tell us, but delicately they compel us
To say "Huzzah!" to you.

Carrot Jello said...
There's a sad sort of wheezing from the apple in the hall
And the boat in the steeple too,
And up in the garage an absurd little goat
Is popping out to say "Woo Woo."
(Woo Woo, Woo Woo)
Happily they tell us, but daintily they compel us
To say "Freaka Nachas!" to you.

Trena said...
There's a sad sort of dragging from the lake in the hall
And the slugs in the steeple too,
And up in Idaho Falls, ID an absurd little gopher
Is popping out to say "Bugaboo."
(Bugaboo, Bugaboo)
Longingly they tell us, but angrily they compel us
To say "Oh Good Grief!" to you.

No Cool Story said...
There's a sad sort of footballing from the camel in the hall
And the knives in the steeple too,
And up in the tree house an absurd little liger
Is popping out to say "Bugaloo."
(Bugaloo, Bugaloo)
Mechanically they tell us, but dumbfoundedly they compel us
To say "Ay guaraches!!" to you.

Suzanne said...
There's a sad sort of waxing from the buffalo in the hall
And the wives in the steeple too,
And up in the porta potty an absurd little skunk
Is popping out to say "Cuckoo."
(Cuckoo, cuckoo)
Sexily they tell us, but stealthily they compel us
To say "Wahoo!" to you.

nikko said...
There's a sad sort of bouncing from the Taco Bell in the hall
And the sandals in the steeple too,
And up in Paris an absurd little banana slug
Is popping out to say "Igloo."
(Igloo, Igloo)
Mightily they tell us, but clumsily they compel us
To say "Rats!" to you.

Sketchy said...
There's a sad sort of slyly insinuating from the reddish brown overalls in the hall
And the big fat hairy eyeballs in the steeple too,
And up in downtown Phoenix next to the dilapitated "music" shop an absurd little immature Great Dane
Is popping out to say "The Bugaloos."
(The Bugaloos, The Bugaloos)
Hotdiggityitaly they tell us, but angst riddenly they compel us
To say "Y'all Come Back Now, Hear!" to you.

Dawnyel said...
There's a sad sort of spitting from the bazooka in the hall
And the sodas in the steeple too,
And up in Neptune an absurd little beaver
Is popping out to say "Baloo."
(Baloo, Baloo)
Faithfully they tell us, but longingly they compel us
To say "Tough POOPIE!!" to you.

Rebecca said...
There's a sad sort of bouncing from the chemistry beaker in the hall
And the bread bag tags in the steeple too,
And up on top of the refrigerator an absurd little wallaby
Is popping out to say "Tootaloo."
(Tootaloo, Tootaloo)
Moodily they tell us, but liltingly they compel us
To say "WHAT'S THAT ALL OVER THE FLOOR?!?!?!" to you.

Look At Me, I'm Sandra Dee

As much as we all love The Sound of Music, and as many mocking opportunities as it gives us, it's time to change things up.

I give you Miss "Hickey-From-Kenickie" Rizzo, making fun of poor sweet little Sandy in Grease. (Some people are so touchy.)

I don't drink (Eww!) or swear (Ewwwww!), I won't rat my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get ill from one cigarette!
Keep your filthy paws off my silky drawers!
Would you pull that crap with Annette?

Here's how yours turned out:

I don't sing (Eww!) or dance (Ewwwww!), I won't fly my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get fancy from one cigarette!
Keep your gross nostrils off my freakin' awesome jockstrap!
Would you pull that crap with Angelina?

Posted by b. | Sunday, August 12, 2007 11:38:00 PM


I don't love (Eww!) or shop (Ewwwww!), I won't swim my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get frizzy from one cigarette!
Keep your disgusting eyebrows off my sexy stiletto heels!
Would you pull that crap with Jennifer?

Posted by Corrie | Monday, August 13, 2007 12:07:00 AM


I don't twitch (Eww!) or stare (Ewwwww!), I won't sharpen my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get tasty from one cigarette!
Keep your putrified earlobes off my dainty stocking!
Would you pull that crap with Lindsay?

Posted by Heffalump | Monday, August 13, 2007 12:17:00 AM


I don't scare (Eww!) or fly (Ewwwww!), I won't pluck my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get bounteous from one cigarette!
Keep your slimy long-haired warts off my funkified ankle bracelet!
Would you pull that crap with Brittney?

Posted by Anne/kq | Monday, August 13, 2007 9:30:00 AM


I don't mall (Eww!) or brush (Ewwwww!), I won't lick my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get unavoidable from one cigarette!
Keep your foolish elbows off my luscious pants!
Would you pull that crap with Hillary?

Posted by No Cool Story | Monday, August 13, 2007 10:41:00 AM

I don't grill (Eww!) or gripe (Ewwwww!), I won't giggle my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get lavish from one cigarette!
Keep your puny nosehairs off my snarky jogging suit!
Would you pull that crap with Angelina?

Posted by An Ordinary Mom | Monday, August 13, 2007 10:51:00 AM

I don't hop (Eww!) or skip (Ewwwww!), I won't blog my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get bodacious from one cigarette!
Keep your gnarly chin hairs off my flighty parachute pants!
Would you pull that crap with Paula?

Posted by Methodical wormer | Monday, August 13, 2007 1:16:00 PM

I don't skip (Eww!) or hop-scotch (Ewwwww!), I won't flop my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get green from one cigarette!
Keep your mean noses off my scratchy bracelet!
Would you pull that crap with Oprah?

Posted by nikko | Monday, August 13, 2007 1:18:00 PM

I don't poop (Eww!) or vomit (Ewwwww!), I won't spit my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get exciting from one cigarette!
Keep your depressed butts off my wimpy jockstrap!
Would you pull that crap with Mia? (Hamm)

Posted by Tori :) | Monday, August 13, 2007 1:37:00 PM

I don't kiss (Eww!) or cut (Ewwwww!), I won't sew my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get silly from one cigarette!
Keep your stinky hands off my scrumptious scarf!
Would you pull that crap with Marilyn?

Posted by Suzanne | Monday, August 13, 2007 3:52:00 PM

I don't forget (Eww!), or run (Ewwwww!), I won't cook my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get massive with one cigarette!
Keep your disgusting feet off my adoring earmuffs!
Would you pull that crap with Brittney?

Posted by Emma Sometimes | Monday, August 13, 2007 4:41:00 PM

I don't ignore (Eww!) or stare (Ewwwww!), I won't sit my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get blank from one cigarette!
Keep your NOT cool cheeks off my wet pj's!
Would you pull that crap with Julia?

Posted by Kayelyn | Monday, August 13, 2007 8:35:00 PM

I don't circumnavigate (Eww!) or stink (Ewwwww!), I won't deviate my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get ginormous from one cigarette!
Keep your putrid cheeks off my splendid beret!
Would you pull that crap with Lady Macbeth?

Posted by compulsive writer | Monday, August 13, 2007 9:04:00 PM

I don't drive (Eww!) or sit (Ewwwww!), I won't talk my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get pinkish orange from one cigarette!
Keep your disgusting toenails off my tall flip flops!
Would you pull that crap with Hermione?

Posted by Melissa | Monday, August 13, 2007 11:22:00 PM

I don't swim (Eww!) or sleep (Ewwwww!), I won't run my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get curly from one cigarette!
Keep your stinky nostrils off my shiny jeans!
Would you pull that crap with Cher?

Posted by Kelli in the Mirror | Tuesday, August 14, 2007 6:33:00 AM

I don't slap (Eww!) or tickle (Ewwwww!), I won't poke my hair (EWWWWWWW!),
I get hormonal from one cigarette!
Keep your saggy earlobes off my heavenly shin guards!
Would you pull that crap with the Fruitcake Lady?

Posted by Annie | Tuesday, August 14, 2007 8:36:00 AM

How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria?

I'm still in a Sound of Music mood. Thanks to all who played!

She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee, her dress has got a tear.
She waltzes on her way to Mass and whistles on the stair.
And underneath her wimple, she has curlers in her hair!
I've even heard her singing in the Abbey!

Here's how yours turned out:

She climbs a Jen and scrapes her head, her death shroud has got a tear.
She covers on her way to Mass and shivers on the stair.
And underneath her wedding gown she has party goers in her hair!
I've even heard her stealing in the Abbey!
Posted by Annie

She climbs Iowa and scrapes her elbow, her slipper has got a tear.
She drinks on her way to Mass and poses on the stair.
And underneath her sock she has books in her hair!
I've even heard her snoring in the Abbey!
Posted by Kayelyn

She climbs a policeman and scrapes her arm, her pants have got a tear.
She laughs on her way to Mass and shudders on the stair.
And underneath her shoes she has blocks in her hair!
I've even heard her jumping in the Abbey!
Posted by Carrot Jello

She climbs the soap and breaks her elbow, her shorts have got a tear.
She jumps on her way to Mass and falls on the stair.
And underneath her skirt, she has couches in her hair!
I've even heard her kissing in the Abbey!
Posted by glittersmama

She climbs a diaper and scrapes her armpit, her scarf has got a tear.
She slides on her way to Mass and spins on the stair.
And underneath her headband, she has fungi in her hair!
I've even heard her blazing in the Abbey!
Posted by An Ordinary Mom

She climbs an egg and scrapes her finger, her skirt has got a tear.
She soars on her way to Mass and eats on the stair.
And underneath her scarf, she has trees in her hair!
I've even heard her swimming in the Abbey!
Posted by Corrie

She climbs a rusty old crutch and scrapes her split lip, her ratty Grateful Dead concert shirt has got a tear.
She gracefully leaps on her way to Mass and clumsily stumbles on the stair.
And underneath that crazy umbrella hat she got in the Bahamas, she has unruly children in her hair!
I've even heard her trainspotting in the Abbey!
Posted by Sketchy

She climbs a dog and scrapes her toe, her nursing bra has got a tear.
She vomits on her way to Mass and crouches on the stair.
And underneath her sunglasses, she has park benches in her hair!
I've even heard her sizzling in the Abbey!
Posted by nikko

She climbs a wrench and scrapes her ear lobe, her wing tip shoes have got a tear.
She glides on her way to Mass and slithers on the stair.
And underneath her bed pan, she has cough drops in her hair!
I've even heard her jumping in the Abbey!
Posted by Jean Knee

She climbs a pom-pom and scrapes her ankle, her mini-skirt has got a tear.
She dances on her way to Mass and leaps on the stair.
And underneath her wig, she has siblings in her hair!
I've even heard her surfing in the Abbey!
Posted by Tori :)

She climbs a unicorn and scrapes her elbow, her flip flops have got a tear.
She hollers on her way to Mass and eats on the stair.
And underneath her jeweled crown, she has galoshes in her hair!
I've even heard her snickering in the Abbey!
Posted by Suzanne

She climbs some yarn and scrapes her belly button, her Converse sneakers have got a tear.
She dances on her way to Mass and bounces on the stair.
And underneath her bandana, she has magazines in her hair!
I've even heard her eating in the Abbey!
Posted by Melissa

She climbs a foam finger and scrapes her face, her bermuda shorts have got a tear.
She bellows on her way to Mass and sings on the stair.
And underneath her Gator baseball hat, she has tailgaters in her hair!
I've even heard her rooting in the Abbey!
Posted by Carrie

She climbs a ring and scrapes her ankle, her girdle has got a tear.
She crunches on her way to Mass and bellows on the stair.
And underneath her basket of fruit, she has pimples in her hair!
I've even heard her burping in the Abbey!
Posted by Brillig

She climbs a fruitcake and scrapes her eyebrow, her legwarmer has got a tear.
She sashays on her way to Mass and pirouettes on the stair.
And underneath her lampshade, she has mousepads in her hair!
I've even heard her exasperating in the Abbey!
Posted by Luisa Perkins

She climbs Ann Arbor, Michigan and scrapes her ankle, her leg warmer has got a tear.
She types on her way to Mass and writes on the stair.
And underneath her beanie hat, she has rocks in her hair!
I've even heard her digging in the Abbey!
Posted by Trena

She climbs some duct tape and scrapes her pinky finger, her sweat band has got a tear.
She swings on her way to Mass and spits on the stair.
And underneath her bandana, she has piranhas in her hair!
I've even heard her washing in the Abbey!
Posted by Heffalump

She climbs a trash bag and scrapes her cuticle, her g-string has got a tear.
She flashes on her way to Mass and sparkles on the stair.
And underneath her earmuffs, she has toothbrushes in her hair!
I've even heard her beaming in the Abbey!
Posted by Anne/kq

She climbs a stapler and scrapes her gall bladder, her stirrup pants have got a tear.
She scoops on her way to Mass and shrinks on the stair.
And underneath her fedora, she has boogers in her hair!
I've even heard her blogging in the Abbey!
Posted by Methodical wormer

Fraulein Helga

The quote I chose was from Sound of Music - the scene where Maria has just said, "Poor little dears," then discovered the frog in her pocket. The housekeeper says, "You're very lucky. With Fraulein Helga, it was a snake."

Here's how your versions turned out:

"You're very fluffy. With Fraulein Daphne, it was a skateboard."
glittersmama | Tuesday, July 31, 2007 3:24:00 PM

"You're very angelic. With Fraulein Anne, it was chocolate."
Brillig | Tuesday, July 31, 2007 3:48:00 PM

"You're very limp. With Fraulein Gregorio, it was a strip."
No Cool Story | Tuesday, July 31, 2007 5:21:00 PM

"You're very hawt! With Fraulein Humberto, it was a brake."
Tori :) | Tuesday, July 31, 2007 5:27:00 PM

"You're very swollen. With Fraulein Marcia, it was a nose."
Tori :) | Tuesday, July 31, 2007 5:28:00 PM

"You're very forlorn. With Fraulein Andrew, it was lemonade."
Corrie | Tuesday, July 31, 2007 6:48:00 PM

"You're very sweaty. With Fraulein Wiiiiillllliiiiiaaammm!! it was armour."
b. | Tuesday, July 31, 2007 7:43:00 PM

"You're very angry. With Fraulein William, it was a kilt."
b. | Tuesday, July 31, 2007 7:44:00 PM

"You're very frustrated. With Fraulein Penelope, it was a fingerprint."
An Ordinary Mom | Tuesday, July 31, 2007 8:40:00 PM

"You're very fiesty. With Fraulein Rumplestiltskin, it was a hymnbook."
Elizabeth-W | Tuesday, July 31, 2007 8:51:00 PM

"You're very slutty. With Fraulein Jennifer, it was toast."
Luisa Perkins | Tuesday, July 31, 2007 8:53:00 PM

"You're very turgid. With Fraulein Felicity, it was a rhyme."
Luisa Perkins | Tuesday, July 31, 2007 8:54:00 PM

"You're very bucktoothed. With Fraulein Hanna, it was Montana."
b. | Tuesday, July 31, 2007 9:18:00 PM

"You're very snarky. With Fraulein Henry, it was a buffalo."
Carrie | Wednesday, August 01, 2007 12:54:00 AM

"You're very unbelievable. With Fraulein Orlando, it was a skateboard."
Luisa Perkins | Wednesday, August 01, 2007 5:23:00 AM

"You're very lively. With Fraulein Jen, it was a coffin."
Annie

I like the housekeeper's observations ("You're very sweaty"), and that Fraulein became a guy a few times, and it's funny to imagine the children slipping things like skateboards and hymnbooks and Montana into the new governesses' pockets and the new governesses being horrified when they pull them out... Oh no! TOAST!!

Shall we play it again sometime? This was a trial run. I have more ideas. :)