Zombie Rhymes: Hey Daddle Daddle
Hey Daddle Daddle
by Jim C. Hines
Hey daddle daddle, the cat went to battle
the werecow beneath the moon.
The zombie dog drooled to see such flesh,
and ate the cat’s brain with a spoon.
Hey Daddle Daddle
by Jim C. Hines
Hey daddle daddle, the cat went to battle
the werecow beneath the moon.
The zombie dog drooled to see such flesh,
and ate the cat’s brain with a spoon.
Rachael
January 8, 2010 @ 3:47 pm
HTat cheered me up today….I have a weird question…Have you ever gotten in a fight with one of your closet friends? If you have how did you guys become friends again if you did?
Liz
January 8, 2010 @ 9:29 pm
been following your blog pretty closely, and I just don’t get these zombie rhymes. I suppose they are just for laughs, but how can a dog use a spoon? No opposable thumbs.
Jim C. Hines
January 8, 2010 @ 9:39 pm
They’re definitely for laughs, but it’s pretty much a given that no book, story, poem, or any other piece of writing is going to work for everyone. Especially when it comes to humor. (Or attempts at humor.)
As for the thumbs, well yeah … but as the original poem has a cow jumping over the moon, ambulatory tableware, a laughing dog, and a cat doing something unspecified with a fiddle, I figured I could get away with it.
Liz
January 9, 2010 @ 2:21 pm
They are funny. The picture of a dog daintily using a spoon to eat a brain is comical.
I suppose my question was really what made you want to write them in the first place?
Might I suggest for the next one Peter Pumpkin Eater? I know that you can do something wild with that one.
Jim C. Hines
January 9, 2010 @ 2:56 pm
Thanks! Hm … I think mostly it comes down to two reasons.
1. They’re fun to write.
2. They give me some variety in the blog.
Mostly #1, though 🙂
Jim C. Hines
January 9, 2010 @ 6:09 pm
Hi Rachael,
I have, from time to time, and it sucks. I wish I had an easy answer for how to fix that sort of thing, but there really isn’t one. Every friendship is different, and both people need to be in a space where they’re willing to listen and work to repair the friendship.
The most memorable time was in college, a blow-up with my roommate. Really, the biggest thing that helped was time. It took a while for both of us to get past being so pissed off at each other, and to be able to talk to one another again.
Rachael
January 9, 2010 @ 7:43 pm
Thank you! You are the like the Yoda of Earth.:) Me and me best friend are friends again. Your advice helped alot! I just called him and we talked…lol i am talking to him right now. 🙂 Still, Thank you sooooo much! YOU ROCK!