I was trying to explain alliteration to a colleague today. “The sick squid suddenly squirted slime.” says I. She did not get it. This she got:
Betty Botter bought a bit of butter.
The butter Betty Botter bought was a bit bitter
And made her batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter
Makes better batter.
So Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter,
Making Betty Botter’s bitter batter better.
Anyway one thing about Okinawa that I love is that I can buy really fresh squid whenever I want. I love squid.
Ika, butter and lemon juice
Tonight’s squid-fest coincided with the purchase of a new bag of rice. Actually, not really as I bought it yesterday but only opened it tonight.
You buy rice in 5 kilo bags.
This was yesterday’s fish
I also buy a big floodlight thing in preparation for tomorrow’s party.
“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
Anyway squid is good.
New rice with squid ink.
The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond 
The General rode out to inspect us
We knew what the fuss was about
“How can I command a division
That leaves its ordure about?!”
There was no one there to deny him
No one there to dispute
But the presence of shit was congenial
When compared to the presence of Shute!
For shit can be shat in odd corners
And Bronco provided to boot
But a man would be buried with honours
If someone shot that shit Shute!
AP Herbert circa 1917
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers;
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
(Not as wonderful as Herbert’s but there’s a limit on what you can teach to young children and great challenge when some drink has been taken. Another good one for the pub is some version of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rWpM74KHTY . Maybe for the next Oirish night?)