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I was at my writing group yesterday and the prompt was to freewrite using the first line of a nursery rhyme. The first one here was one I wrote some years ago and it popped into my head straightaway, so I decided to write more of the same.
I apologise now for the second one; I think the whole incident was tragic, but I have a streak of black humour and sometimes I can’t help myself.
Mary, Mary
Quite contrary
Hide the milk
She don’t do dairy
If wishes were horses
Beggars would ride
If horses wear shoes
They’re electrified
Ding dong dell
Pussy’s in the well
There’s been no water for many a year
So that explains the smell
Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of cash
Is a rare, forgotten thing
Since the economy crashed
If you’ve got any of your own, please share them.
The Laughing Housewife 
Tom Fleck the cowman’s son
Took his bow and away he ran
And found a foe of the manor born
On Flodden field in flowers forlorn
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Good one, Harry!
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Hehehe…love ding dong dell!!!
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😀
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Here’s a few I wrote earlier
Lottery
There was a crooked man,
who walked a crooked mile,
he found a crooked pound coin,
upon a crooked stile,
he bought a crooked lotto ticket,
and won a crooked prize,
and went abroad to sunny Spain,
which was very, very wise.
This little piggy
This little piggy went to Margate,
this little piggy went to Rome,
this little piggy visited the barrier reef,
and this little piggy sucked the bone,
and this little piggy chased the big bad wolf,
woof, woof, woof,
all the way home.
Monday’s Child
Monday’s Child is full of face,
Tuesday’s child is a pure disgrace,
Wednesday’s child is full of anger,
Thursday’s child full of hunger,
Friday’s child is terribly slow,
Saturday’s child is a thief you know,
but the child that is born on the Sabbath day,
just always, wants everything
to go her way.
There’s a hole…
There’s a hole in the ozone,
dear Lisa, dear Lisa,
there’s a hole in the ozone, dear Lisa,
a hole.
Then patch it dear Henry,
dear Henry, dear Henry,
then patch it dear Henry, dear Henry
patch it.
With what shall I patch it?
dear Lisa, dear Lisa, dear Lisa,
with what shall I patch it dear Lisa,
with what?
Ask Cameron dear Henry,
dear Henry, dear Henry,
Ask Cameron dear Henry,
ask him….
But he hasn’t a clue dear,
a clue dear, a clue dear,
but he hasn’t a clue dear, a clue dear,
not a clue.
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These are great! 🙂
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I got one I just made it up for ya…LOL
Humpty Dumpty sat on a cat
Humpty Dumpty said,”fancy that!
Why didn’t he move the stupid cat?”
Cat said, “You should have looked, you big fat pratt!”
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lol! Thank you, Lisa 🙂
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Rather like the last one of the group…lots of truth in that one. 🙂
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Sadly, all too true.
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You apologized for the 2nd one?
What about the 3rd one?
Are horses more important than cats?
Who sez? 😉
I keed, I keed. Playing with Nursery Rhymes is FUN! Here’s one I did some time ago:
Peter, Peter, Mushroom Eater
Wrote a poem with perfect meter
He put it on a web-based site
Where it was lauded day and night
Then our “funny fungus” feeder
Wrote a poem that went still deeper
It blew our minds time and again
With wisdom from the depths of Zen
http://nrhatch.wordpress.com/2010/04/03/peter-peter-mushroom-eater/
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Love it! Thanks for sharing.
I apologised for the second cause it was just in the news; as the parent of three dead cats, I’m gutted, but allowed to joke about it.
I know, it’s political correctness gone mad.
😀
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Those are fun!
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fun stuff! you see what I mean about you preferring writing to cooking? keep writing. Eat sandwiches. 🙂
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Yuk! Sandwiches are evil. Hate sandwiches. Hate making sandwiches. Don’t give me sandwiches.
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