Tag Archives: #Cornish

The Cornish Mizzle

The Cornish Mizzle

In Cornwall, twixt the mist and drizzle,

which is something that’s called the Cornish Mizzle;

for, it’s when two like things do meld as one;

that they become a confladum.

In Transylvania, long ago,

there was a thing that joined, just so;

a twilight rising of the mist

known back then as the Transylvania Twist.

“Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist? spoke Dracula.

Then, he hastened to add, “It is so sorely mist!”

Thus he spoke from his castle keep

when he deemed to arise from his daytime sleep.

This Isn’t Cornwall – a song

This Isn’t Cornwall – a song

This isn’t Cornwall,

this isn’t Home,

it isn’t anywhere

I’d like to roam,

It isn’t Padstow

or Bodmin Moor,

it is a picnic

on the slopes of Barad-dûr.

Chorus: This isn’t Cornwall

this isn’t home;

it isn’t anywhere

I’d like to roam;

this isn’t Cornwall,

this isn’t home,

it isn’t anywhere…

When I do wander

up country way,

I dare not travel

more than a day;

I begins to tremble,

my skin turns grey,

if I’m not in Corrnwall

I fade away.

Chorus: This isn’t Cornwall

this isn’t home;

it isn’t anywhere

I’d like to roam;

this isn’t Cornwall,

this isn’t home,

it isn’t anywhere—

This isn’t Cornwall

this isn’t home;

it isn’t anywhere

I’d like to roam;

this isn’t Cornwall,

this isn’t home,

it isn’t anywhere…

Never Say ‘Ribbit’ in a Boat

Never Say ‘Ribbit’ in a Boat

There is an old Cornish saying,

that I once heard an old Cornishman saying, and it is:

‘Never say ‘Ribbit’ in a boat;

or ‘Rabbit’ or ‘Robot’. ‘

Why?

Well, I know not;

but, I think it’s because

it’s a bad habit to have

and it will inhibit

those others

who inhabit

the boat in question –

perhaps it affects their digestion.

Hold on, my memory jogs…

… was it something to do with dogs?

Tate My Pasty @RateMyPasty

Tate My Pasty @RateMyPasty

Upon a canvas

to behold

is a Cornish Pasty,

ancient, old;

full of promise

that never came.

“Pasty cold , or piping hot?” @RateMyPasty

“Pasty cold , or piping hot?” @RateMyPasty

Rate my pasty

from one to ten –

or from onan to deg

if you like.

Berate my pasty

if you dare,

it should only be mine

to celebrate

or discard in Liskeard

in despair.

Integrate a Devon pasty?

Infiltrate, I think not.

No, furnish me

with Cornish fare

crimped to the side

and leave me there

to contemplate

the meal’s sad fate;

my Cornish Pasty

I here await.

My Cornish Ancestry (or ‘We B’ain’t Be Blow-ins’)

My Cornish Ancestry (or ‘We B’ain’t Be Blow-ins’)

My family left Cornwall, heading East,

in search of wisdom, or a wise man, at the least;

after many years they realised the truth:

that there b’aint be wisdom in a single tooth;

they searched on high

and they searched down low,

all across the foreign land

they were fain to go;

until at the last, he who spoke for them said:

I want to taste once more the pasty

and die in a Cornish bed.

On the Cornish Lanes at Christmas.

On the Cornish Lanes at Christmas

On the Cornish roads

there is very little traffic

when there is usually loads;

on the Cornish lanes it’s business as usual

apart from the noticeable lack

of a tractor –

perhaps Christmas is a factor?