Thick butterscotch pudding spills
over pastel colored building blocks,
a pile of goo over an assortment
of multi-sized geometrical forms;
a look – half natural, half abstract,
as if a peculiar fungus had grown
among the ancient lost ruins,
there, under the kitchen table;
the dog blithe and bonny laps it all away,
and leaves neither mom nor child pleased.
by matt at shadow of iris
Thank you for reading blithe and bonny, a poem.
The child that is born on the Sabbath-day
Shall be blithe and bonny and good and gay.
– old nursery rhyme
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
– William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
A blithe and bonny country lasse,
Heigh ho, bonny lasse
Sate sighin on the tender grasse,
And weeping said, will none come woo me?”
– William Beloe
“But we will do none of these nice and graceful things; but sit down at our piano, and put forth our whole gentle strength in composing an elaborate harmony to that handsome and genteel lyric
Hey, Johnny, Johnny,
Looking blithe and bonny,
And singing nonny, nonny,
With hat just throw upon ye, &c.
– Leah Hunt, in a letter to Christopher North, Esq.
Jinglan John, the meikle man,
He met wi’ a lass was blithe and bonny.
– cited by Robert Burns in his Remarks on Scottish Song
When I was in my se’enteenth year,
I was baith blithe and bonny, O;
The lads lo’ed me baith far and near;
But I lo’ed none but Johnnie, O.
He gain’d my heart in twa three weeks,
He spak sae blithe and kindly, O;
And I mad him new gray breeks,
That fitted him maist finely, O.”
– Robert Burns