Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

I recently re-read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl, and was very happy to become reacquainted with the following passage (so happy that I am sharing it with you now).

One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching ’round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be!
Good gracious, it’s Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and–
Just How the Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There’s Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole–
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!

Marvelous.

3 thoughts on “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory”

  1. Ezra, you are right. I have been watching up a storm. I’ve seen more movies in the last few months than I usually watch in a year or more. I’m edging up on 60 for the year so far. I’ve been kind of busy with work, too, but blogging sounds like fun, so I’ll be back soon.

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