wytchcroft | 3 a.m. chuckle round up

it's funny (well, to me anyway) how a piece of art, music or writing can be blessed with a whole new layer of association, often a long time after it was created.
here are two of my current favourites...

Disobedience - A. A. Milne

James James
Morrison Morrison
Weatherby George Dupree
Took great
Care of his Mother
Though he was only three.
James James
Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he;
"You must never go down to the end of the town, if
you don't go down with me."

James James
Morrison's Mother
Put on a golden gown,
James James
Morrison's Mother
Drove to the end of the town.
James James
Morrison's Mother
Said to herself, said she:
"I can get right down to the end of the town and be
back in time for tea."

King John
Put up a notice,
"LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED!
JAMES JAMES
MORRISON'S MOTHER
SEEMS TO HABE BEEN MISLAID.
LAST SEEN
WANDERING VAGUELY
QUITE OF HER OWN ACCORD,
SHE TRIED TO GET DOWN TO THE END OF
THE TOWN - FORTY SHILLINGS REWARD!

James James
Morrison Morrison
(Commonly known as Jim)
Told his
Other relations
Not to go blaming him.
James James
Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he,
"You must never go down to the end of the town with-
out consulting me."

James James
Morrison's Mother
Hasn't been heard of since.
King John
Said he was sorry,
So did the Queen and Prince.
King John
(Somebody told me)
Said to a man he knew:
"If people go down to the end of the town, well, what
can anyone do?"

(Now then, very softly)
J. J.
M. M.
W. G. du P.
Took great
C/o his M*****
Though he was only 3.
J. J.
Said to his M*****
"M*****," he said, said he:
"You-must-never-go-down-to-the-end-of-the-town-if-
you-don't-go-down-with ME!"

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i'd forgotten all about this poem until very recently when i was hunting up another poem by Milne called Buckingham Palace
which had been in the back of my mind when i wrote Dr of Locks, but which i hadn't actually read in years.

so, jim morrison and his mother - who would have guessed!

of course, Jim Morrison of The Doors has been granted immortality, and cited as a source of inspiration by everyone from Patti Smith to Oliver Stone - but my favourite tribute has to be Douglas Adams
(or so legend has it, personally i think the fact that one of the stories involves Harry Sullivan in a desperate search for a cup of tea pretty much clinches it)
in the anonymously written Dr Who annual of 1976 where the Tardis visits the planet Jimmorris and discovers that all the natives (Jimmorrisons!) have gone mad due to over sensitivity to psychadelic colour. Snort!

also, just lately i have been reconnecting with my Bob Marley and Lee Perry collections, which - although i'm a pretty big reggae fan - had been gathering dust somewhat.

one of my favourite Marley / Perry crossover tracks was always Mr Brown - which, of course, now makes me roll on the floor laughing at its whole new political dimension (sort of).

considering how much of a political soundtrack reggae was to me in the Thatcher years - it's a double funny.

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Mr Brown - Bob Marley

(Ooh - ooh - ooh - ooh)
(It's Mr Brown)
Mr Brown is a clown who rides to town in a coffin.
(Well, here he comes)
In the top is ... three rows on top and two inside there.
Oh, what a confusion! Ooh, yeah, yeah!
What a botheration! Ooh, now, now!

Who is Mr Brown? I wanna know now!
He is nowhere to be found.

From Mandeville to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin' around,
upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
I wanna know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by remote?

O-o-oh, calling duppy conqueror,
I'm the ghost-catcher!
This is your chance, oh big, big Bill bull-bucka,
Take your chance! Prove yourself! Oh, yeah!

Down in parade
People runnin like a masquerade.
The police make a raid,
But the people - oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah - they think it
fade.

What a thing in town
Crows chauffeur-driven around,
Skankin' as if they had never known
The man they call "Mr Brown".

I can tell you where he's from now:
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville...

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