Nursery Lore

this is a scary nursery rhyme 

One from an olden time 

Full of tales of blood and gore 

isn't that children? what you really here for? 


 Mary Contrary from gardening rhyme

The one whose victims are spoke of after all of this time 



 


next it is Humpty Dumpty who was full of gold coins 

Who fell off of the wall stretching his loins? 

All broken and cracked he lay on the ground 

Screaming and yelling “look its gold that I found” 

then we will hear of Jack be Quick 

Burned himself with a candlestick 

While running around and jumping up high 

He burned his britches all the way past his thighs 

And the girl with little lambs 

She petted and bathed and fed from her hands 

Their fleece, were sure was white as snow 

But after a day at school the blood stains showed. 

The blind mice with tails no more 

Ran all through time to settle a score 

They found the wretch that cut off their tails

And did despicable things that i will not tell

And for my final rhyme 

 I will tell of three little pigs this time 

They were attacked by a wolf while building their home 

The wolf ended up missing, that’s why wolves don’t walk alone.
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Leffanta Avatar
December 22, 2021 at 10:57 AM
Reminds me of when my wife asked me to pick up our daughter from Kindergarten and I was more than a little upset to see one wall of her classroom was a mural of Jesus dripping blood down a rock. I could not even imagine obliging children to look at such a gory scene all day, but even my wife said that horrible scene was, "their god" and saw nothing wrong with it! Strange world we live in!
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