In one of the Molesworth books there is a Searle drawing of a gerund ignoring a gerundive, though I'm not sure if I've got the verb right. Anyway it shows both gerund and gerundive to be curious creatures.
I came upon a gerund.
He was busy on an errand
And it scarcely had the time to say, 'Gor blimey!'
'By the solemn skies above me
When I find a girl to love me
she turns out to be a versifying limey!'
'When I want to give my undiv-
ided love to a gerundive,
Why should Venus send me poets thus to try me?'
Finish the rhyme, Ann, or anyone else.
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