Dear Friends and adversaries,

My name is Bronson Atkin. I am a boy/alien life form from the Northern Rivers who takes pictures. I also like tomato juice, pretending to understand you when you are speaking french and planning to take OVER THE WORLD with my army of hamster ninjas. All the images here at King of the Foxes is the my own work and is the © Bronson Atkin. If you would like to use any of these images please let me know or link them back to this blog. to contact me email me at: bronson_atkin@hotmail.com

Friday, April 23, 2010

little indian


I found a really amusing poem by Agatha Christie called "ten little indians". 


Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon;
One said he’d stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law,
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun;
On got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself and then there were none.



little indian




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