I am not the pheasant plucker
I'm the pheasant plucker's son
I'm the pheasant plucker's son
I only pluck the pheasants when the pheasant plucker's gone......
'cept that they are ducks, and not plucked, and I'm a girl.....
but it was either that or a shot of me having an existential softie- making breakdown....
So many lines ......
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:-)
Gotta LOVE those legs!!!! Locket xxx
ReplyDeleteLove seeing your progress Jodie and hearing what's on your mind.... lol
ReplyDeleteThat's plucking fabulous!
ReplyDeleteLove those legs!
ReplyDeleteLove your legs. My Dad loves that song - kind of scares me you know the words to it.
ReplyDelete*wolf whistle* nice legs chicky babe!
ReplyDeleteI'm seriously glad that you haven't got a lisp.........
ReplyDeleteNice legs too!
Lizzie
xxx
Love love love the stripey legs! Hope you manage to avoid the breakdown.
ReplyDeletelove those legs - and you are mad, in a plucky sort of way of course!
ReplyDeletedying to see one all finished, whole and complete! lovin the legs!
ReplyDeleteGreat legs and great words!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you don't have a lisp too! There are loads of lines that just could not be said here!!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat legs, what about the heads?
Julz
Mmmm I'm thinking carefully because I'm far too delicate(ha) for bad language but I think you are a pleasant plucker ! How I wish you had of witnessed my softie breakdown today , talk about a prima donna !
ReplyDeleteHe he he, look at the stripey leg goodness coming out of your studio!! I was waiting for racier ending to your delightful poetry. Love Posie
ReplyDeleteFantastic quackers, Jodie. Love, love, love their stripey legs.
ReplyDeletePS Hope your breakdown gets better soon. x
I love that tongue twister, was only saying it to my boys the other day, who of course had no idea of the fun of it except for the difficulty in saying it. They thought I was quackers!! Lovely legs by the way ;-)
ReplyDeleteHa! That rhyme takes me back. Loving those stripey legs.
ReplyDeletethat tongue twister is new to me, Love the legs!
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear that you are not completely plucked and still able to be hilariously conversant!
ReplyDeleteI'm a fan of those legs too...
I see cute in the making :-)
ReplyDeleteGosh, aren't those stripey legs fabulous.
ReplyDeleteSo...this is you running around like a headless duck then?
ReplyDeleteSo our version (which my very irresponsible parents used to get me to say when I was VERY young- maybe 3) was "...and I'll keep on plucking pheasants 'till the pheasant plucker comes". Funny to see this here. Loving those stripey legs- can't wait to see the finished product. Will they be fuzzy ducks?
ReplyDeleteLove this post!
ReplyDeleteSo to agree with all before... those are some great gams.
ReplyDeleteNot just a nervous breakdown but an existential breakdown! Wow. That's some dedication to the madness. Plucky Lady.
Cheers,
AJ
Can't think what to type as I keep getting my mucking words fuddled.
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I love the legs! Can't wait to see the finished product! Hope you don't have a meltdown....
ReplyDeleteso cute, and so glad that I couldn't hear you say that rhyme, fast ;)!
ReplyDeleteYou always quack me up! I hadn't heard those lines before.
ReplyDeleteYou are so talented. With words, pictures and softies! xxx
ReplyDeleteAhh Jodie... I always enjoy reading the comments as well as your comical post when I pop over to visit.
ReplyDeleteGreat ducks - love the fabric for the legs.
Hugs ~ Kerryanne
My goodness, those little striped legs are the best!
ReplyDeleteThey need heads, they are freaking me out LOL
ReplyDeletehe he he he......
ReplyDeleteLove the stripy legs! Hope you're not going too quackers. I'm sure it will all be worth it in the end.
ReplyDeleteLove the stripy legs! And you can't beat a tongue twister that sound rude when you get it wrong!!
ReplyDeleteLove those legs, I'm sure the finished bird is going to fantastic.
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ReplyDeleteYou inspire me!
ReplyDeleteWarmest Hugs,
Sandi @ Bearly Sane
I only have to start saying that tongue twister and my husband is a goner. He laughs himself silly over it. Love the ducks. :)
ReplyDeleteGorgeous legs!
ReplyDeleteI can hear a language disaster coming!! I'm laughing trying to say it already saying the 'wrong' words!! ;) You have hot legs though! ;)
ReplyDeleteLOL wouldn't want to say that title with the beginning of each word in reverse... hehehe!
ReplyDeleteAh,... so you're a duck plucker then?! Love their stripy socks... actually I'm a duck sock plucker! At least you're a pleasant duck plucker... ahem.
ReplyDeleteYou look like you could be working with Santa - those adorable legs with the strips I LOVE it. I'm a huge duck fan also :)
ReplyDeleteValerie
http://www.PastimesOnline.ca/Vals-Quilting/
oh no way we cannot have a softie break down!
ReplyDeleteabsolutly not!
I wonder what an actual break down softie would look like????
Even during a softie making breakdown, you're hilarious!hee hee
ReplyDeleteHope you get your ducks in a row, Jodie and that they don't drive you quackers in the process. ;o)