The Upper Crusted and Crested Newt
Is the epitome of ghastly cute
He wears a ruff
Partakes of snuff
And turns sideways through doorways when playing the flute.

(We’re snowed in and beginning to suffer from cabin fever hence the awful poem. It’s been like this for literally hours now.)


  1. Posted January 20, 2013 at 9:27 pm | Permalink

    There was a young man with a lever
    Whose love for a newt gave him fever
    So he tore off his ruff
    Took a great sniff of snuff
    And said, I’d do better with beaver.

    daddyp replied:

    That’s slightly dubious isn’t it darling. Oh, it’s the cabin fever metaphor …. of course.

  2. Posted January 21, 2013 at 1:14 am | Permalink

    The best thing to do when snowed in? Clean the pantry! Organize things! Re-arrange furniture! And rearranging the furniture at night, while your partner is sleeping is even MORE entertaining… but could result in injuries to both parties.

    daddyp replied:

    Please don’t give Lo, the terrible Goddess ideas. Thank you.

  3. Posted January 21, 2013 at 8:58 am | Permalink

    DF, I’m going to try that out. Sounds fun 😉

    daisyfae replied:

    Just trying to be helpful! 😀

    daddyp replied:

    Oh poo …

  4. Posted January 21, 2013 at 5:45 pm | Permalink

    There was a young man with a ruff
    In love with a newt who took snuff
    He said, This is stupid
    I blame it on Cupid,
    And ran off to sea in a huff.

    daddyp replied:

    Awarded the DP Approval award – a much desired accolade BTW.

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