Posted on 03/14/2010 10:50:50 AM PDT by Dallas59
Herald, read the accusation! said the King.
On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows:—
The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away!
The Black Cobras? More like the Black Velvet Cakes.
/mark
This just shows the need for torte reform.
Only in Sweden—crooks with a sweet tooth!
YUM!!!!!
Maybe some of these goodies will show up on eBay.
P.S.
YUM YUM YUM YUM and YUM again.
Ref. post #2.
Excellent!!! Thank you for the good laugh!!!
OOOOH snap!
You win the Pun Post of the day.
(There’s no prize. Just bragging rights.)
Here is the full poem...I love it:
The Queen of Hearts poem
The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts all on a summer’s day;
The Knave of Hearts he stole the tarts and took them clean away.
The King of Hearts called for the tarts and beat the Knave full sore
The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts and
vowed he’d steal no more.
Torte reform is slow and always at the bottom of everyone's list.
Consider your verdict, the King said to the jury.
Not yet, not yet! the Rabbit hastily interrupted. There’s a great deal to come before that!
Call the first witness, said the King; and the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and called out, First witness!
The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup in one hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. I beg pardon, your Majesty, he began, for bringing these in: but I hadn’t quite finished my tea when I was sent for.
You ought to have finished, said the King. When did you begin?
The Hatter looked at the March Hare, who had followed him into the court, arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. Fourteenth of March, I think it was, he said.
Fifteenth, said the March Hare.
Sixteenth, added the Dormouse.
Write that down, the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly wrote down all three dates on their slates, and then added them up, and reduced the answer to shillings and pence.
Take off your hat, the King said to the Hatter.
It isn’t mine, said the Hatter.
Stolen! the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who instantly made a memorandum of the fact.
I keep them to sell, the Hatter added as an explanation; I’ve none of my own. I’m a hatter.
Here the Queen put on her spectacles, and began staring at the Hatter, who turned pale and fidgeted.
Give your evidence, said the King; and don’t be nervous, or I’ll have you executed on the spot.
This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he kept shifting from one foot to the other, looking uneasily at the Queen, and in his confusion he bit a large piece out of his teacup instead of the bread-and-butter.
bttt
OMG! LOL!!!!!!
Go to your room!
As long as they aren’t stealing yellow cake...
Terrapinheads.
Better send Joe Wilson to check it out.
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