Showing posts with label rhyme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rhyme. Show all posts

Saturday, July 14, 2007

This old man, he played one, ...

Roughly a week ago, at work, I was working quietly at my desk. All you could hear were my fingers typing quickly on my keyboard.

I was distracted by one word that my friend, DJ, had said to another colleague.

The word? Paddywhack.

Yes, I'm referring to the nursery rhyme that starts off with this:
This old man, he played one,
He played knick-knack on my thumb!
Knick-knack, paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

Of course, I sang it like this as I was growing up:
This old man, he played one,
He played knick-knack on my bum!
With a knick-knack, paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

The goes backs to my early years of associating paddywhacks as birthday smacks. To this day, whenever I hear the word paddywhack, I get aroused, for I immediately think of getting my bottom smacked.

I truly think that DJ is a closet spanko. I thank him for saying that word today. It has made my day.