Isabel Isabel

Yesterday was THE worst day at work for me. Having worked three nights in a row till 1 am, the first time I’ve worked from home and that too, during my long weekend and then having to listen to bossy seniors boss me around some more with nothing nice to say.

I must’ve yelled I quit in my head at least ten times, and drafted at least five resignation letters. In my head, again.


big sigh

But then, I got home, listened to some music (Bastille, to be precise), and I felt fine. Thing is, I love what I’m doing. And even though it can get overwhelming at times, I think of the end-result – when I turn my work in, I’m glad that I can do what I do. Why should ONE person in the whole office put me down, when everyone else tells me that I’ve done a great job.

So, I woke up this morning and kissed Worst Day goodbye.

At work today, I had a random moment. I suddenly remembered (you know how you suddenly remember random things? Like, when you wake up in the morning and start singing a random song that you haven’t listened to, in years? No? Just me? Okay then.) a poem we did in school – Adventures of Isabel by Ogden Nash – one of my favourite poems (have pasted it below so you can read it). So, I googled it to read it again.

And suddenly, I felt like Isabel. Like I so easily turned that witch of a day into milk and drank her right up.

Isabel is my hero.

And I need some sleep now.


Isabel met an enormous bear,
Isabel, Isabel, she didn’t care;
The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous,
The bear’s big mouth was cruel and cavernous.
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
How do, Isabel, now I’ll eat you!
Isabel, Isabel, didn’t worry,
Isabel didn’t scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up.

Once in a night as black as pitch
Isabel met a wicked old witch.
The witch’s face was cross and wrinkled,
The witch’s gums with teeth were sprinkled.
Ho, ho, Isabel! the old witch crowed,
I’ll turn you into an ugly toad!
Isabel, Isabel, didn’t worry,
Isabel didn’t scream or scurry,
She showed no rage and she showed no rancor;
But she turned the witch into milk and drank her.

Isabel met a hideous giant,
Isabel continued self-reliant.
The giant was hairy, the giant was horrid,
He had one eye in the middle of his forehead.
Good morning Isabel, the giant said,
I’ll grind your bones to make my bread.
Isabel, Isabel, didn’t worry,
Isabel didn’t scream or scurry.
She nibbled the zwieback that she always fed off,
And when it was gone, she cut the giant’s head off.

Isabel met a troublesome doctor,
He punched and he poked till her really shocked her.
The doctor’s talk was of coughs and chills
And the doctor’s satchel bulged with pills.
The doctor said unto Isabel,
Swallow this, it will make you well.
Isabel, Isabel, didn’t worry,
Isabel didn’t scream or scurry.
She took those pills from the pill concocter,
And Isabel calmly cured the doctor.

– Ogden Nash

8 thoughts on “Isabel Isabel

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  3. Love the post. My daughter is an Isabelle, and I read it to her when she was small, hoping that if she has one of the “worst” days – she would remember. Thank you for sharing.

    • Thanks Pat. I find that it’s easier to move on from all the crappiness rather than cry about it. After all, things could be a lot worse.
      But of course, some days I just choose to sit around and cry about it 🙂

      • Well some times we just need a good howl to get it out of the system, in order to move on, and put it behind us 🙂

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