Best Horner Poems

Mother Goose had a mighty fine pie
And Jack Horner she couldn’t deny
When he stuck in his thumb
Mother Goose did succumb
So she left Father Goose bye...

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There's a lady that lives at the corner
She reminds me of little Jack Horner
She sticks in her thumb
Right away starts to hum
Suddenly the room gets...

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Miss Muffet sat upon a velvet stool
I know 'twas a tuffet; learned that in school
But Muffy was the tart
Who broke the spider's heart
I'm telling the...

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HEY DIDDLE, why the Cat and the fiddle
And the Cow that jumped over the moon? 
Why they're all here in Nursery Rhyme land
At the wedding...

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Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse,
Ran up the clock,
But the crooked little man
In his crooked little house,
Who caught this crooked mouse
After Humpty Dumpty's fall,
Could not prevent...

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Goodness me, fiddle dee dee and la de dah
Mary turned into a black sheep, baa baa baa
That naughty little lamb
Has contrived a big scam
She's gone...

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A little light entertainment on another wistful people distancing day...

The Owl and the Puddycat went to sleep
tucked up cosy and warm
Till Little Boy Blue come...

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mary had 
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I purchased a brand new desktop
Quite sure I will use it alot
Still sits in the corner
Like Little Jack Horner
Procrastinate? Certainly not!...

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" oh-me-oh-my... paint in me eye!"

paint's in the pot...
oh she is hot...paint all over the room.....
paint on the floor...
right over the door....
she's painting the room...

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I’m huddled up in my usual spot outside
Cold as a dog’s nose
On the old park bench, eating air pies
Drinking crushed sun, watching for a sign
Counting...

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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...

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Nursery rhymes in today’s times....
As seen through my eyes....
Go something like this...
With a brand new twist....
Little Jack Horner sat on a street corner....
Drinking from a...

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The Devil Dances In Clawed Feet
         (A lively little jig too) 

I dreamed of darkness in a...

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Fried chicken fingers, buffalo wings,
Chicken Little stared up at the sky.
One-eyed, one-horned, eating purple people,
Aren’t we glad that cows don’t fly?

Mother may I, hide ’n’...

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