Parenting – the one with the nonsense rhymes
MrsPdubyah and my Daughter was sitting around talking about her childhood, and some of the things she remembers, which is rich fodder for another time.
From that conversation I had a throwback to my own childhood, and a couple of the nonsense rhymes that I remember. I’m stretched to come up with more than 3, which is not to say that I didn’t know many more or have a lot more fun a child.
Mary Had a Little Lamb (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
So we start with this on, but really in no particle order
One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
I went straight round the corner
and saw a dead donkey die
I took out my dagger to shoot him
and he gave me a kick in the eye.
Which reminds me of this one
I went to the pictures tomorrow,
I took a front seat at the back.
I fell from the pit to the gallery,
And broke a front bone in my back.
Also or more completely a mash up the previous two perhaps?
I Went To the Pictures Tomorrow,
I got a front seat at the back.
I fell from the pit to the gallery,
And broke a front bone in my back.
I went around a straight crooked corner,
To see a dead donkey die.
I took out my pistol to stab it,
And it kicked me right in the eye!
A lady she gave me some chocolate,
I ate it and gave it her back.
I phoned for a taxi and walked it
And thats why I never came back.
or perhaps it ends…
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don’t believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!.
And this one that reminds me of playing in the garden with my sisters for no reason other than it does.
Mary had a little lamb,
She thought him very silly,
She threw him up into the air,
And caught him by his,
Willy was a sheepdog lying in the grass,
Down came a bumblebee and stang him on the,
Ask no questions, tell no lies,
I saw a policeman doing up his,
Flies are a problem, wasps are worse,
That is the end of my silly little verse.
and the one that we told our own children!
Mary had a little lamb,
Her father shot it dead.
Now Mary takes the lamb to school,
Between two hunks of bread.
Then the one that made my children laugh
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, was he?
A life just as ordinary 