Archaic Rhyme

Heartbreak and spice, everything nice, Jet pepper and cracked cinnamon. Variety and life, diamonds and curls, Feminine mystique such a sin. Sorrow and snails, mysterious things, We all know boys will be boys. With leather and musk, a little bit rough, Trashing out bodies, their toys.  Jack and Jill went up a hill, To trip, tequila, and fall. And then, they both came tumbling down, Cushioned by an eight-ball. Soldiers, steeds and super glue, Unable to foresee, A fall, a break, rock bottom hit, Nothing that can't be fixed...for a fee. Mirror, mirror, in my hand, Am I the most anorexic of them all? Poke and prod and bended knee, Hoping he might call. Light a candle...Be nimble! Be quick!  Lift your skirt and take my dick! Gladly! If after I meet you, Peter, Midnight strikes, and you're the pumpkin eater. Bah bah, black sheep, Happen to know a virgin? An apple a day, may keep the doctor away, If you ate it, instead of them. There was a young lady, who lived to buy shoes, Despite what others may say. Nine, 18, 27 months, The price she had to pay. Maybe, he sat in the corner, Dreaming of nothing but pie, He stuck something in, it wasn't his thumb, Pat on the head, what a good guy. Star light, so bright! Is that a white light I see? Hit me baby, one more time, Revive my agony. Little miss innocent, sat in a bar, Drinking her whiskey and rye, Along came a spider, sat down beside her, Bedding her with a lie. Stars that twinkle, diamonds too, Never questioned, never thought, To be the naive reasoning, Behind fortunes sought. A fairy tale, nursery rhyme,  poison antiquities, Teach the future something more, Something more to seize. Tiskets and taskets, better left for baskets, A distant era, another time. Pockets full of ashes and posies, Archaic cradle rhymes.