Because of this harbinger of spring, the Snow Drop, my heart is no longer heavy! I am able to horse around on this ABC Wednesday and cry, “hip, hip, hooray!” as, here in the northern hinterlands, we head out of winter.
Homonyms, both harry (and hairy like Hobbit feet), hurry around in my head. Honey dew melons and honey-do lists. The hoary question, “how humorous need I be to hit your humerus?” So many aitches hurtle, hustle, hover and holler their way through me until I am high on haitches!
Homonyms, both harry (and hairy like Hobbit feet), hurry around in my head. Honey dew melons and honey-do lists. The hoary question, “how humorous need I be to hit your humerus?” So many aitches hurtle, hustle, hover and holler their way through me until I am high on haitches!
Heavens to Betsy! hells bells! my mother was often heard to say, depending on how harried we five had made her feel. Heavens to Murgatroyd! said Snagglepuss in the 1960’s cartoon. Gilbert and Sullivan used the name many times in their 1880’s play, Ruddigore. (see http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/heavens-to-murgatroyd.html). Holy Toledo! how this H-search leaves me feeling hassled! A hideous horde of haitches have and hold hostage my brain! Hoist on my own petard!
Before I hide out, can you handle more H's? How about horns from Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, A Taste of Honey?*
Before I hide out, can you handle more H's? How about horns from Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, A Taste of Honey?*
And in Hamburg, the Beatles version of Taste of Honey was most popular! Here it is from the 1963 album, Please Please Me.
* a little bit of history: Taste of Honey was on the 1965 album Whipped Cream and Other Delights, my favorite dance party music in those years. The title song, Whipped Cream, was written by the great New Orleans musician Allen Toussaint under the pseudonym of Naomi Neville.
