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Whimsy magazine  ©winnie caw 2004
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Rule of thumb: = Quotations (attributed or unknown);
♣ = Trivia, Ephemera, Other People's ramblings; ♥ = Winnie's ramblings.

Whimsy is dynamic i.e. like a woman's mind, ever-changing.


 Whimsy Directory

  1. Poem for Today
  2. Fancy a game of marbles?
  3. Vienna - Work in Progress
  4. Our Reporter finds a wall
  5. Pussywillow
  6. Fluff
  7. Girls! Girls! Girls!
  8. Dreamimg ♣ 
  9. Nonsense Rhymes Poems and Silliness ♣ 
  10. More Nonsense ♣ 
  11. Words for Today ♣ 
  12. More Words for Today ♣ 
  13. Sutton Place, Christmas 1973
  14. Poems Vol I - from 'I Find My Way' 1968 - 76
  15. Poems Vol II - from 'Going Down the White Hill' 1988 - 96
  16. Poems Vol III - from 'Bus Stops' 1996 - 2002
  17. The Twelve Dancing Princesses
  18. Literary Quiz
  19. Literary Quiz answers
  20. A Walk in England's Garden
  21. A Walk on a Greek Hillside
  22. Teddy Grant
  23. Sagbag the Pirate
  24. A Birthday Story
  25. What's My Name?
  26. Kos - Journey to My Dream Island
  27. Kos Links
  28. The Day We Met the Queen Mother
  29. What Shall I Wear?
  30. The Wild Swans by Hans Christian Andersen
  31. Story
  32. Chinese whispers

Superstitions and Old Wives' Tales - animal vegetable & mineral


The 'crowning glory',  is one of the most indestructible parts of the body. As such, a sudden loss of hair is unlucky, forecasting a decline in health, loss of property or failure in business, or the death of a closely related child. Red hair is associated with fiery-tempered people (e.g. Cleopatra and Queen Elizabeth I); black and dark brown hair indicate strength; fair hair implies timidity. On a man, if the hair grows low on the forehead and back above the temples he will have a long life; if a woman's hair grows in a low point on her forehead ('widow's peak') she will outlive her husband. If a woman suddenly develops curls on her forehead her man has not long to live. 

Lank hair = a cunning nature; Curly hair = good natured, full of fun; Long hair = strength (e.g. Samson) and luck.

Garden of VersePink Roses by a Garden Fence

The Twelve Dancing Princesses ♣ 

Snakes and Ladders ♣ 

A centipede was happy quite,
Until a frog in fun
Said, "Pray which leg comes after which?"
This raised her mind to such a pitch,
She lay distracted in a ditch
Considering how to run.

Vienna - Work in Progress

I wanted to write a flowery line~
about this dreadful summertime;
when, all the time, it rained and rained
and kept me at my books again;
And no-one here to talk to me;
To make me feel, at least, assured
that I was not apart, alone;
with nothing left but thoughts of home.
And this is why the flowers have died.
A flowery line? I would have lied.



A cat tail (without words) of Pussywillow, Carla, Satin, and the Rogue Bank Holiday Caller



© winnie caw 2002

(overheard on a newsgroup - well, if they will shout...)




This photo was taken on a day in August 1999. It started as a solo excursion up an hillside on an island outside of Athens, and ended with a chastened amateur photographer feeling more like a three-year-old wanting her mother....

The Man next door
Tod le Squire  
Girls! Girls! Girls!
Who loves ewe, baby? .
Sagbag the Pirate

Sagbag was sad. Once, he had been a brave swashbuckling pirate chief, sailing the seven seas on his ship, 'The Jolly Jack Tar', in search of buried treasure. In those days, he was full of beans; braving the elements and steering his ship into safe anchorage at his home port of Orlando.

'How to Write a Bestseller' or 'A Novel Idea'

Do YOU know your authors? Follow the clues below. Twelve manuscripts have been used to illustrate the talk. How many books have you read? The answers are...

What Shall I Wear?
You know, I was beginning to despair. For years, the most noticeable feature of the 'young and trendy' were those 'Doc Marten' brogues.
More Words for Today
Mine is the silence
And the quiet gloom
of a clock ticking
In an empty room,
The scratch of a pen,
Ink-pot and paper,
And the patter of the rain.
Nothing but this as long as I am able,
Firelight - and a chair, and a table.
Nonsense Rhymes Poems and Silliness
Ashamed of being so small,
Ashamed of his lowly station,
Ashamed of having no clothes to wear,
No elegant conversation,
Ashamed of knowing no French,
Ashamed of being thought slimy,
Ashamed of having no horse to ride,
And living where things were grimy,
Ashamed of looking so green,
Ashamed of not being a prince,
The frog jumped into the slithery ditch
And hasn't been heard of since.

Cheap entertainment.


The Day We Met the Queen Mother
The natural anarchy of students will not acknowledge the majesty of the Royal Family, but every student loves a good day out.
A Walk in England's Garden


NOTHING is so beautiful as spring --
  When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
  Thrush's eggs look ...


winnie's blog
Saturday 10 April 2004
  Tomorrow is Easter and...


Our Reporter finds a wall
Shocking behaviour, wouldn't you say? All this writing on walls. Give it an Italian name and that makes it all right, I suppose? Ah well. The folly of the young. Where do they come up with these notions? To escape to another place, pick and click a graffito (or several of the blighters if you like) from the dreadful scrawls above. 
It's just a cliché
clichés were coming thick and fast, boldly going and jumping the queue Top


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