P G Wodehouse passed away on the 14th of February, 1975. Some of his fans celebrated the occasion by coming up with some unique posts dedicated to his memory. Here are some that you may like.
By Kishore M. Rao
Plum Pie
(or KhichDee, a hotchpotch Indian dish)
Galahad At Blandings,
Has many happy landings,
In fact, Over Seventy,
For many, that’s plenty.
A Gentleman Of Leisure,
Looking for some pleasure,
Pleads with goofy earls,
Saying, “Bring On The Girls”.
The Woosters and the Bassets,
Try to warm their well Frozen Assets,
Bobby makes hot water bottles squishy,
That’s certainly Something Fishy.
There’s Ice in the Bedroom,
Gussie may become a groom,
Even if it’s as Mephistopheles,
And it’s time to Ring for Jeeves.
Your counsel relieves,
Thank You, Jeeves,
Sometimes here and also there,
Blandings Castle And Elsewhere.
Jeeves, Meadowes or Purvis,
You always get Quick Service,
Always swiftly and with style,
That’s Service With A Smile.
When it is Cocktail Time,
The mood’s very ‘sublime’,
The men come in tons,
For A Few Quick Ones.
There’s Joy In The Morning,
With Jeeves in the Offing,
When the plot really thickens,
There’s Love Among The Chickens.
Young Men In Spats,
And A Damsel In Distress,
Are duly advised right,
By Uncle Dynamite.
Butlers may buttle and zip,
Sporting a Stiff Upper Lip,
Jeeves, but it’s tough when,
Aunts Aren’t Gentlemen!
The Coming of Bill,
Accompanied by Jill,
The Reckless starchy
Indiscretions of Archie.
The Clicking of Cuthbert,
Who chases every skirt,
With The Girl On The Boat,
Will certainly get your goat.
Intrepid young men,
Like Sam The Sudden,
And Bill The Conqueror,
Do their youth squander.
When The Small Bachelor,
Experiences Heavy Weather,
He tries, plans and gets,
Eggs, Beans and Crumpets.
When you are delirious,
Read Nothing Serious,
Just some morale boosters,
Like The Code Of The Woosters.
Let’s Meet Mr. Mulliner,
Who’s got Spring Fever,
From The Girl In Blue,
How?! I have no clue!
Show someone off a bridge?
Please consult Mr Ukridge,
And also Picadilly Jim,
(You surely know him).
But let us all be totally frank,
Tho’ there’s Money In The Bank,
You will agree it is rather funny,
That Big Money is Uneasy Money.
When exceeding the budget,
And in need of The Little Nugget,
Make enquiries, with thanks,
“Do Butlers Burgle Banks?”
Why is love synonymous
With Bachelors Anonymous?
For the answer forthwith,
Just Leave It To Psmith!
And If I Were You,
(That can’t be true)
I’d get into Hot Water,
With the Earl’s daughter.
I’ve got The Heart Of A Goof,
Do you demand further proof?!
I found the real reason,
It’s The Mating Season!
(You may like to count the number of Wodehouse’s works covered in this composition!)
By Sukanya Lakshmi Narayan
An Ode to Plum
What does one say of Plum, this Valentine
In honour of humour , in his every line
No words of praise can ever be enough
Its a task that’s dauntingly tough.
His characters, for us are alive and kicking
They have us in splits, sometimes rollicking
Bertie Wooster leads a privileged life
But its the hardest job to find him a wife.
Aunt Agatha eats bottles for breakfast
Dahlia is loud but surely steadfast
Jeeves is his valet and angel saviour
Saves Bertie and friends from many a quagmire.
Lord Emsworth and his beloved Empress
Kid Clementina is no less a princess
Sisters galore, and Gally the brother
McAllister , gardener, efficient like no other.
Ukridge, Psmith, Mulliner and Baxter
Even Cat Webster has so much character
Regaling his fans, his characters befriend
And to us, laughter , and joy, always send.
You may also like to check out the following posts:
By Honoria Glossop
https://honoriaplum.wordpress.com/2015/02/14/on-this-day-p-g-wodehouse-died-on-valentines-day-1975
By Ragini SGH
https://ragsie15.wordpress.com
By John Dawson
Gilbert Wilkinson illustrations
Reblogged this on Plumtopia and commented:
A tribute to Wodehouse by Ashokbhatia and friends.
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Much obliged, Honoria!
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Wonderfully written…
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One is constantly amazed and surprised at the virtuosity of writers!
Thank you.
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You are right…
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