Sunday, September 19, 2010

Kep-churred

Aye kent beleef itz awready anudder 'Tok Lyke a Pye-rit Day".

Wate fer it . . . wate fer it . . . aarrrrrrrr — ye dim dum liddle biddy.

Norman Lindsay — Captured — 1938

Above, who knows if she's got anything to do with pirates—who cares?
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2 comments:

M. D. Jackson said...

I am a huge fan of Norman Lindsay now thanks to you and Mr. Door Tree. Can't thank you enough for introducing me to his work nor for posting these "foyne pyrate pitchures. Aaarrr!"

September 19, 2010 at 11:19 AM
Thomas Haller Buchanan said...

Dun ye be spleshing them nancy liddle com-pli-munts aroun, liken ye wuz sem citified foyne gentlesmun. Ge' beck ta wirk and moyned ya, dun spill nun a da bilge water, or Oyle creck ye over da hed.

'ey, whud iz it wid dis fancy nancy spell-chuckin' feeture? Id dun lyke nun a me wordz.

September 19, 2010 at 11:41 AM

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