Originally Posted by
Caramel Completely random post: the thread title puts me in mind of this old ditty, these are the words I learned:
Oh, Jemima, look at your Uncle Jim,
he's in the duck pond learning how to swim,
first he does the breast-stroke, then he does the side,
then he does the back-stroke, swimming against the tide.
Has anyone else come across this one?
Love this poem, Caramel. Thank you.
Swimming against the tide. Yep, know the feeling.