Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog: "Thu, 16 Sep 2010
Who is that knocking at my front door, could it be a little mouse, I wonder?
PULL-UP ALLEY WITH DIDDILY DEE DOT'S DREAM-LAND
Someone Came Knocking at my small door
Someone came knocking
At my wee, small door;
Someone came knocking
I’m sure-sure-sure;
I listened, I opened,
I looked to left and right,
But nought there was a-stirring
In the still dark night;
Only the busy beetle
Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest
The screech-owl’s call,
Only the cricket whistling
While the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who came knocking,
At all, at all, at all.
By Walter de la Mare
WHY DON'T YOU PRINT OUT THIS LOVELY OWL MASK FROM MR. WOO.
YOU CAN FIND MORE MASKS AND THINGS TO MAKE AT AnimalJr.com
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Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Dodie's Dream World : Blog
Dodie's Dream World : Blog: "Tue, 14 Sep 2010
I think I have been neglecting poor old Dodie in her Dream World, but here I am to make it up to you. xxx
DODIES KITCHEN -
Is back again with some fantastic kitchen designs
This was not a good idea, now I have to go out into my little kitchen and make supper. 'Oh My.... Dream on Dodie.'
A Beautiful Spanish Kitchen.
Would you want to cook in it or just sit and look at the beauty of this Spanish Kitchen.
Chinese Greentea Kitchen
I love this Kitchen, it's one of the Chinese greentea range and very smart too.
The green bits are from the www.greenteakitchen.com
Japanese Modern Kitchen
What do you think of this very modern Japanese Kitchen?
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I think I have been neglecting poor old Dodie in her Dream World, but here I am to make it up to you. xxx
DODIES KITCHEN -
Is back again with some fantastic kitchen designs
This was not a good idea, now I have to go out into my little kitchen and make supper. 'Oh My.... Dream on Dodie.'
A Beautiful Spanish Kitchen.
Would you want to cook in it or just sit and look at the beauty of this Spanish Kitchen.
Chinese Greentea Kitchen
I love this Kitchen, it's one of the Chinese greentea range and very smart too.
The green bits are from the www.greenteakitchen.com
Japanese Modern Kitchen
What do you think of this very modern Japanese Kitchen?
- Sent using Google Toolbar"
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog
Diddilydeedot's Dreamland
This Baby is called William
William James
They used to call him "Baby dear" -
Now he has other names;
They've put him into trousers,
and they call him William James.
He means to walk to London Town
To see what he can see;
But he has only reached the gate,
When it was time for tea.
"I think our William James has grown up some more, but now
he has an idea of going farther than London this time!"
A Chip of the Old Block
I'm only FIVE but soon I'll be
A British sailor on the sea ;
On Daddy's ship I mean to sail
To fight the foe and brave the gale.
When I am SIX I'll try to learn
Which is the bow and which the stern ;
I'll climb the masts, and fire the guns,
And live on chocolate and buns.
I shall be wrecked and swim ashore ;
Then all alone - shan't I be brave ? -
I'll live like Crusoe in a cave.
When I am TEN I shall, you know,
An admiral be like Jellicoe ;
I'll wear a sword and cocked hat fine,
And never go to bed till nine..
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Thursday, September 9, 2010
Lullaby for a Naughty Girl. E.V. Rieu.
Dr. DoDiddily and the Dee Dot's
THE BALKAN MUSES
Romania. Bulgaria. Macedonia. Albania. Greece. Slovenia
Transylvania. Croatia. Bosnia Herzegovina. Crete
A Lullaby for a Naughty Girl
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Oh peace, my Penelope: slaps are the fate
Of all little girls who are born to be great;
And the greatest of Queens have all been little girls
And dried up their tears on their kerchiefs or curls.
Oh sleep; and your heart that has sobbed for so long
Will mend and grow merry and wake you to song;
For the world is lovelier place than it seems,
And a smack cannot follow you into your dreams.
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The dark Cleopatra was slapped on the head,
And she wept as she lay in her great golden bed;
But the dark Cleopatra woke up with a smile
As she thought of the little boats out on the Nile.
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And Helen of Troy had many a smack:
She moaned and she murmered the Greek for "Alack!
But the sun rose in Argos, and wonderful joy
Came with the morning to Helen of Troy.
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They sent Guinevere without supper to sleep
In her grey little room at the top of the Keep;
And the stars over Camelot waited and wept
Till the peeping moon told them that Guinevere slept.
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There was grief in Castile and dismay in Madrid
When they slapped Isabella for something she did;
But she slept - and could laugh in the morning again
At the Dons of Castile, the Hidalgos of Spain.
And oh, how Elizabeth cried in her cot![]()
When she wanted her doll and her Nanny said not!
But the sparrows awoke and the summer sun rose,
And there was the doll on the bed by her toes!
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So sleep, my Penelope: slaps are the fate
of all little girls who are born to be great;
But the world is a lovelier place than it seems
And a smack cannot follow you into your dreams.
Emile Victor Rieu CBE (10 February 1887 – 11 May 1972)he retired as general editor of the Penguin Classics series, he had overseen the publication of about 160 volumes, he was far less known for his children's verse.
His own poems were very much a side-line for Rieu, mainly aimed at children, but they are not without their own charm.
What a lovely Poem xxx
THE BALKAN MUSES
Romania. Bulgaria. Macedonia. Albania. Greece. Slovenia
Transylvania. Croatia. Bosnia Herzegovina. Crete
A Lullaby for a Naughty Girl
Of all little girls who are born to be great;
And the greatest of Queens have all been little girls
And dried up their tears on their kerchiefs or curls.
Oh sleep; and your heart that has sobbed for so long
Will mend and grow merry and wake you to song;
For the world is lovelier place than it seems,
And a smack cannot follow you into your dreams.
The dark Cleopatra was slapped on the head,
And she wept as she lay in her great golden bed;
But the dark Cleopatra woke up with a smile
As she thought of the little boats out on the Nile.
She moaned and she murmered the Greek for "Alack!
But the sun rose in Argos, and wonderful joy
Came with the morning to Helen of Troy.
They sent Guinevere without supper to sleepIn her grey little room at the top of the Keep;
And the stars over Camelot waited and wept
Till the peeping moon told them that Guinevere slept.
There was grief in Castile and dismay in Madrid
When they slapped Isabella for something she did;
But she slept - and could laugh in the morning again
At the Dons of Castile, the Hidalgos of Spain.
And oh, how Elizabeth cried in her cot
When she wanted her doll and her Nanny said not!
But the sparrows awoke and the summer sun rose,
And there was the doll on the bed by her toes!
So sleep, my Penelope: slaps are the fate
of all little girls who are born to be great;
But the world is a lovelier place than it seems
And a smack cannot follow you into your dreams.
Emile Victor Rieu CBE (10 February 1887 – 11 May 1972)he retired as general editor of the Penguin Classics series, he had overseen the publication of about 160 volumes, he was far less known for his children's verse.
His own poems were very much a side-line for Rieu, mainly aimed at children, but they are not without their own charm.
What a lovely Poem xxx
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Dodie's Dream World : Blog
Dodie's Dream World : Blog: "DODIES DREAM WORLD. ALL TRUE TALES
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CONNIE
Connie had lived next door for as long as I could remember. She had faded yellow lace curtains on her windows and inside her hall and living room, the wallpaper was stuck to the damp walls with drawing pins.
She did her washing every Thursday with a dolly-tub and mangle. Her back-yard was over grown with weeds and stank of cats wee.
When she was a young girl of eighteen she had fallen in love with a sparkle eyed sailor who had his way with her and then sailed away to China.
For a while he had written , and she kept his faded letters pressed between two sheets in a bottom drawer upstairs.
One day the Council decided her house was too damp and unfit for human habitation, so they moved Connie into a brand new Old Peoples Residential Estate somewhere off Lodge Lane, with an intercom on every door and a security guard on patrol at night, all Very nice!
But Connie didn't like it much. She always came back to Aigburth Road to do her shopping and before the year was out, she had died.
The Council renovated her house and moved in some young couple with a baby.
Some times I would hear the baby crying through the walls at night as I lay in bed reading the Lord of the Rings or listening to Captain Beefheart on the stereo.
Sometimes Connie's faithful old cats would reappear from nowhere to take up their customary places on her backyard wall, and yowl in the silvery moonlight.
Did you ever meet your sailor again, Connie?
Sailing some old junk over the starry bosom of the Milky River - what could you possibly have had to say to each other... I wonder?
Willowdown©
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CONNIE
Connie had lived next door for as long as I could remember. She had faded yellow lace curtains on her windows and inside her hall and living room, the wallpaper was stuck to the damp walls with drawing pins.
She did her washing every Thursday with a dolly-tub and mangle. Her back-yard was over grown with weeds and stank of cats wee.
When she was a young girl of eighteen she had fallen in love with a sparkle eyed sailor who had his way with her and then sailed away to China.
For a while he had written , and she kept his faded letters pressed between two sheets in a bottom drawer upstairs.
One day the Council decided her house was too damp and unfit for human habitation, so they moved Connie into a brand new Old Peoples Residential Estate somewhere off Lodge Lane, with an intercom on every door and a security guard on patrol at night, all Very nice!
But Connie didn't like it much. She always came back to Aigburth Road to do her shopping and before the year was out, she had died.
The Council renovated her house and moved in some young couple with a baby.
Some times I would hear the baby crying through the walls at night as I lay in bed reading the Lord of the Rings or listening to Captain Beefheart on the stereo.
Sometimes Connie's faithful old cats would reappear from nowhere to take up their customary places on her backyard wall, and yowl in the silvery moonlight.
Did you ever meet your sailor again, Connie?
Sailing some old junk over the starry bosom of the Milky River - what could you possibly have had to say to each other... I wonder?
Willowdown©
- Sent using Google Toolbar"
The King of China's Daughter. followed by the story of Xishi, one of the 4 Ancient China's beautiful women.
Dr. DODIDDILY AND THE DEE DOT'S
Wants you to enjoy this little English Nursery Rhyme
written by Edith Sitwell
The King of China's Daughter.
The King of China's daughter,
She never would love me
Though I hung my cap and bells upon
Her nutmeg tree.
For oranges and lemons,
The stars in bright blue air,
(I stole them long ago, my dear)
Were dangling there.
The Moon did give me silver pence,
The sun did give me gold,
And both together softly blew
And made my porridge cold;
But the King of China's daughter
Pretended not to see
When I hung my cap and bells upon
Her nutmeg tree.
The King of China's daughter
So beautiful to see
With her face like yellow water, left
Her nutmeg tree.
Her little rope for skipping
She kissed and gave to me -
Made of painted notes of singing-birds
Among the fields of tea
I skipped across the nutmeg grove, -
I skipped across the sea;
But neither sun nor moon, my dear,
Has yet caught me.
Edith Sitwell.
What with that tinkling laughter of hers, with her exquisite jewelled hair-ornaments, richly- brocaded costumes & tiny, tiny embroidered slippers, she was a fragile precious, perfumed presence.
In his royal palace her father, the King of China, had a huge number of courtiers, officials serving in various administrative posts in many servants in attendance. For many years my role in this assemblage was that of court jester, a duty I enjoyed because it allowed me the right of easy access to high ranking people with whom I, a commoner, would other- wise
not have associated. With time a fondness, even great affection, developed between me and the princess. But I knew my place, preferring that my head with all its funny and somewhat ridiculous musings remain firmly on my shoulders.
Of course, occasionally I imagined myself running off with the King of China's daughter. But when you are pursued by the mighty army of the most powerful man in the world, just how far can one get with beautiful princess whose feet are bound?
Edith Sitwell
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog
Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog: "Sat, 07 Aug 2010
Just a little something to remember the World Cup 2010,
I thought this was a really great poem.
THE NAME OF THE GAME IS FOOTBALL
What is name called?FIFA
Football a game called,
To a known arena called stadium,
Played eleven to eleven side to side each,
In aims of a two goal post net,
In aims of a trophy,
In a colour Jersey of its kinds
Side to side balls picking sons round,
Spectators sat rounding pitch watching,
Centred with a nominated referee officiating,
Lined with a two lines men flagged,
Pronounced by named commentators,
Red and yellow cards rules in question,
Supported with sorts of supporters,
Host the nations, Host the world,
At a moment of a country designated!
At a moment of a country authorized!
Called for all practitioners....
Photographer, Press, Media,
Adverts, Sponsors, critics, etc.
What is a name called? The Winners hold the cup
Football! football! ! football! ! !
A round leather circled!
Circled in its colour of its choice,
Football a game called,
With boots of its kinds worn,
Saddled a whole lot supporters,
Saddled a whole lot analysts,
Presumption for a nation's glory,
Pre-emptive individuals' desirably for survival,
Football a game called,
Called to the passionate in spirit.
Football a game called,
Embrace understanding to unnamed,
Embrace love to unloved,
Embrace unity to diversities,
Embrace creativity to UN-creativity,
Football a game called,
The Jules Reme Trophy
Adore a nature,
Football a game called,
Called to a glorious home,
Football a game called,
A round leather circled!
With boots of its played,
With jersey of its kinds,
With choices of many kinds
Football a game called.
Thanks from:
South America in the Electronic Passport
http://www.mrdowling.com
- Sent using Google Toolbar"
Just a little something to remember the World Cup 2010,
I thought this was a really great poem.
THE NAME OF THE GAME IS FOOTBALL
What is name called?FIFA
Football a game called,
To a known arena called stadium,
Played eleven to eleven side to side each,
In aims of a two goal post net,
In aims of a trophy,
In a colour Jersey of its kinds
Side to side balls picking sons round,
Spectators sat rounding pitch watching,
Centred with a nominated referee officiating,
Lined with a two lines men flagged,
Pronounced by named commentators,
Red and yellow cards rules in question,
Supported with sorts of supporters,
Host the nations, Host the world,
At a moment of a country designated!
At a moment of a country authorized!
Called for all practitioners....
Photographer, Press, Media,
Adverts, Sponsors, critics, etc.
What is a name called? The Winners hold the cup
Football! football! ! football! ! !
A round leather circled!
Circled in its colour of its choice,
Football a game called,
With boots of its kinds worn,
Saddled a whole lot supporters,
Saddled a whole lot analysts,
Presumption for a nation's glory,
Pre-emptive individuals' desirably for survival,
Football a game called,
Called to the passionate in spirit.
Football a game called,
Embrace understanding to unnamed,
Embrace love to unloved,
Embrace unity to diversities,
Embrace creativity to UN-creativity,
Football a game called,
The Jules Reme Trophy
Adore a nature,
Football a game called,
Called to a glorious home,
Football a game called,
A round leather circled!
With boots of its played,
With jersey of its kinds,
With choices of many kinds
Football a game called.
Thanks from:
South America in the Electronic Passport
http://www.mrdowling.com
- Sent using Google Toolbar"
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