Somebody found this weblog through a Google search for “or bite em nash”.
What could it mean, this cryptic message? Is it an anagrammatic cipher? Donning my trilby and trench coat I determined to crack the conundrum…
1. Tom! Braise hen.
Well, my name isn’t Tom. So that one’s out.
2. Hairnet besom.
A bit insulting, that. As is There is BO Man. Anyway, I have insufficient hair to require a net, so it can’t be aimed at me.
3. Banish meteor!
I am not Bruce Willis. Nor Steve Buscemi.
4. Atheism boner.
Irreligiosity doesn’t excite me that much.
5. Meanies throb.
I expect they do. Thanks for the information.
6. Hot rabies men.
7. A mob’s therein.
That’s more like it, and I appreciate the warning. But you must be more specific, my cryptographic chum. Therein? Where in?
8. A tomb’s in here.
9. A horse be minty.
Perhaps. But that’s even more enigmatic than the original.
10. Ermine bathos.
Meaningless; gnomic; but beautiful. Surely the name of my next band; unless I go with ‘Basin Theorem’.
More prosaically, the more likely solution, I suppose, is that somebody has had a vague recollection of that flea poem, and an even vaguer one of the poet responsible; although, as I wrote at the time, it does sound kind of Ogden-Nash-ian.
Oddly, a search of the terms ‘or bite em nash‘ reveals to me no trace of this blog. It does, however, unearth a blogger whose admiration clearly knows so few bounds that he’s pasted my work as his own, here.
I also note that people are arriving through searching for ‘Kerala-recipes’.
Now, I cede to nobody in my admiration for the tastiness of that south-west Indian cuisine but I am certain that I have not written about it; although, of course, I now have. This might cannily increase the hit-rate from the spicily-famished, who should, incidentally, stick around for a delicious recipe I have found for Braised Hen.