In the Corner - Nonsense Nursery Rhyme

In the corner Little Jack Horner Sat in the corner Fighting the urge back to cry His tummy was aching For what mom was baking His favorite, a sweet cherry pie But there he was waiting His project negating If only he’d thought first to try And aim for a door When he painted the floor Now he’s stuck there until it does dry Written for the “In the corner” poetry contest Sponsored by Anthony Slausen