'Twas in London town (as I recall).
I was just a boy so small.
An egg sat smugly on a wall,
by the name of Mr. Dumpty.
Perhaps, it was Spring or early Fall,
that he held me in his thrall,
the gentleman, I soon would call
(fondly), my friend, Humpty.
Oh, how we would pontificate,
those arms would wildly gesticulate
Perhaps, I could anticipate,
he would be kaput.
But my oval friend with roundish butt,
my warning, he would then rebut,
saying, "fiddle dee dee and tut, tut, tut".
Trouble was afoot.
Perhaps, as he swayed in the breeze,
with spindly legs and knobby knees,
if he'd have listened to my pleas,
I'd have a different story.
Can one depend upon a horse,
with feet, but with no hands, of course,
to mend the consequence of force,
unquestionably gory?
It was so many years ago,
years of counseling, I'd undergo -
perhaps, I threw just a little low
to my friend Humpty.
'Twas in London town (as I recall).
I was just a boy so small.
when I tossed him that ball,
saying "Catch it, Mr. Dumpty"
Jack was nimble...
Jack was quick...
Jack once jumped over a candlestick.
But time flies,
and the world turns.
What an embarrassing place for third degree burns.
A croaking echo, dark and deep,
A princess shivers in her sleep.
She lost her golden ball of light,
To a monstrous, endless night.
The moon hangs, a violet stain,
As the bog begins to rain.
A frog, with skin of slimy green,
Leaps from a shadow, rarely seen.
"I'll find your ball," it rasps and sighs,
with golden flecks within its eyes.
But as it speaks, the sound turns dread,
A monstrous voice, not what it said.
Its body swells, a horrid sight,
Engulfing all the fading light.
The frog is gone, the monster's here,
And the princess screams in primal fear.
The violet sky starts to decay,
As the monster grins and starts to play.
The golden ball, a final gleam,
Sinks with the girl into the stream.
La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
SO THE KITTY SAID TO ME,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW.
SHE SAID TIME TO FEED ME,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
LIKE THAT OF A BANSHEE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE CALLS OUT TO ME.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
UPON THE WINDOW SILL,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEEOW MEEOW!
SHE SAID CHASE ME STILL,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO, WILD AND PROUD.
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
(kitty)
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
THE KITTY QUEEN OF NIGHT.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
HER VOICE A BANSHEE’S CRY.
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
It's raining, it's pouring,
The old man is snoring,
He went to bed,
And he bumped his head,
And he couldn't get up in the morning.
It's raining, It's pouring,
His family are mourning,
He is dead,
He bumped his head,
and he didn't wake up in the morning.
Rain, Rain, go away,
Come again another day,
He went to bed,
Heart full of dread,
and he didn't wake up in the morning.
It's Raining, Its pouring,
Take this as a warning,
Don't be mislead,
And go to your bed,
And head this old man's warning.
Rowing Through The Pain
Row, Row, Row your boat gently down the stream
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily life is but a dream
Row, Row, Row your boat why can’t I scream
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily perfections not how it seems
Row, Row, Row your boat forever never ends
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily my pain never mends
Over, Over, Over again until I go insane
Barely, Barely, Barely, Barely rowing through the pain
No, No, No you don’t go crying a river of tears
Hear me, Hear me, Hear me, Hear me crying for all these years
One, two,
I think I'm through;
Three, four,
under the floor;
Five, six,
I'm in a fix;
Seven, eight,
he met his fate;
Nine, ten,
I'm in the pen;
Eleven, twelve,
my hopes to shelve;
Thirteen, fourteen,
clean with chlorine;
Fifteen, sixteen,
bloody crime scene;
Seventeen, eighteen,
murder unforeseen;
Nineteen, twenty,
stole my Good & Plenty.
Peter came at half-past three,
Tapping sharply from an apple tree.
“Wendy, Michael, and John, too—
Come and fly; the stars want you.”
Out of the window, hand in hand,
The trio swept above the land.
Their mother's sobs fell away behind.
Another bedtime story she can't unwind.
In Neverland, the sky can't change.
The moon is weird, the sun is strange.
No one grows, and no one there cries—
Every ache for going home soon dies.
Boys and girls forget their names.
Their socks, friends and favorite games.
A mother’s hug, a father’s last song—
Memories dim when you stay too long.
Peter laughs and flies high in midair,
But something empty lingers there.
He doesn’t know what he has lost—
Never growing up, comes at a cost.
Wendy whispered, “We must go!".
"For I've lost my shadow.”
Peter waved and turned away—
Still chasing ghosts of yesterday.
So if you hear a tap-tap one night,
Find your window bathed in light,
Roll over, hide, and stay in bed—
Forget Neverland, sleep on instead.
The Golden Toll
His hand, a gift, they called it then,
The goose, a feather of shining rust.
A simple gift for a simple man,
A tale of virtue, turned to dust.
But from the goose, the gold would crawl,
A living vine of burning chill.
A slow and creeping, heavy pall,
That climbed and clung and had its will.
First, the girl, her fingers gripped,
Her scream a gilded, silent plea.
Her vibrant skin, it slowly stripped,
Of warmth and life and memory.
Then the baker, and the priest,
Their eyes still wide in terror's thrall.
They feel the cold within their breast,
Before the shatter, at his call.
The simpleton, he walks the road,
His mind now humming with a fear.
He feels the chill of his golden load,
He feels the whispers in his ear.
He sees their faces, frozen wide,
He hears the silence of their hearts.
And in their gold, he sees them hide,
The hungry goose tears them apart.
For now he knows the truth he holds,
The golden goose, a feathered tomb.
Its voice, his mind, now it controls,
And leads him to a gilded doom.
Little Miss O'Toole
Sat on a bar stool
Eating her cheeseburger and fries
Out came her camera
To capture the glamour
For her online life of lies
Lazy Daisy sat on a couch
Lazy Daisy was a slouch
All the free money
And all the free checks
Couldn’t give Daisy some self respect
The flowers, the flowers
Will bloom in three hours
I really don't want to wait.
The flowers will bloom,
If i may assume,
If they don't bloom too late.
Little Miss Tough
Sat on her duff
whining ‘bout ‘The Amerikan Way’
Along came a missile
She heard it whistle
She's now Little Miss 'P'
~ for Patriot
Old Joe and Jill went up to Capitol Hill
Stayed four years, longer than they had-oughter
Then Old Joe came tumbling down ~
As she scavenged the carcass for his crown
The DEI VP's heart exposed as stone after
DEI = Didn't Earn It
VP = Vice-President, Kamala Harris
Mary ate a great big ham
her gills turned white as snow
So, to the bathroom Mary went
‘cos up she had to throw
Entry in Bitesize Contest No. 117
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
July 08, 2025
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