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U - C, I - C: Nursery Rhyme
*Rhyming meter similar to, "Little Miss Muffet."
Tommy and Peggy were a bit edgy,
doing their A B C's,
then came Miss Hammerschmidt,
they almost had a fit,
when she had passed, they arched their knees.
The sound of the bell will break up the spell,
and free them from their tests,
till Miss Hammerschmidt shared,
"If you're done, she declared,
may leave ... so be quick!", she suggests.
The bell had just rung, the whole class had sprung,
gave her a sight most pleased.
While Tommy played, he spoke,
"I had cheated--no joke."
Peggy said, "Hope not mine," she teased.
"My contact lens broke, and words look like yolk,
so I guessed the spelling."
"I might fail, caused by you,"
he said, "Lens?", "I'd no clue,
--thanks, 'Petty' now that I'm sweating!"
"She's in a tight spot," she said, "and forgot,
to bring her eyeglasses,
that is why we're all done,
so enjoy all the fun,
I know that all indeed passes."
Recess has ended though felt suspended,
Miss Hammerschmidt was still,
she said she was troubled,
and slightly befuddled,
her new contact lens caused a shrill.
"The spelling was bad." She said, "That was sad."
"As you see I can see."
"There's no need for glasses,
no recess just classes,
do your best till school ends at three."
2022 November 19
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~~Eve Roper: 2022 November 21
Sue S. Side Almost Won Out As The Tomb Poem...
(alternately titled: a page taken from the play
book of Little Miss Muffet.)
"Oh...My...Argh..." "Somebody...
Please...ease...help...me...ee"..., and
then dead silence, this comprises,
the sole thread bare strand
i.e. plaintive desperate plea – recorded
by emergency 911 agent Brand
N. Burg-Harris, a close family member
of the deceased, who
(said relation) hand
dully appeared aghast, shell shocked,
white as a ghost,
et cetera damned
near roundly dismissed,
but extraordinarily grand
lee escorted to safety,
as some VIP, who
under a "normal," regular,
and/or typical case, would be
gingerly brushed aside land
ding in the loony bin, what with his
babbling like a lunatic understand
ably very little attention paid,
but the sheer immensity,
sans horror surpassed any
concoction hatched, analogous
to grotesque japaned
artwork by necessity didst demand,
an extremely over
active imagination, thus
no "FAKE" spiderbiter words
exist to expand
to embellish, fabricate,
and/or surpass,
a terrifying, nightmarish,
and hideous circumstance
in summary visa a vis dis
covering Goliath manned
doubles (mandibles - jaws of steel),
wherein barenaked remnants
of Matthew Scott Harris protruded,
which humongous mouthparts
of gigantic sized
Tarantula pierced poison
into dangling, flickr
ring, and twitching
scant visible remains
of renowned Arachnologist, academician
passionate serious
die hard "Spider Man."
What’s really going on during this “Shutdown?”
Well, this is an idea of what is possibly going on.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Who is Humpty Dumpty? (It begins with T and rhymes with Dump. Now put them together and you get Dump T…)
Lil Jack Horner sat in a corner (Waiting on the Epstein files to be released)
Jack and Jill went up the hill (Capital Hill to protest)
Lil Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet (Minding her business)
Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse ran up the clock (Time is ticking. When will this shutdown end?)
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jumped over the candlestick (You gotta be quick to avoid deportation)
Lil Sally Walker sitting in a saucer (Filing for unemployment)
This Lil Piggy went to the market (But the high cost of groceries sent her right back home)
Mary, Mary quite contrary (Yall already know who is the most arrogant, contrary, male version of Mary)
Lil Bo Peep lost her sheep (And her job due to mass firings related to this government shutdown)
Wee Willie Winkle runs through the town (Running away from ICE)
There was an old lady who lived in a shoe (Because affordable housing is not so affordable)
The wheels on the bus goes round and round (Just like this government with all the finger pointing and name blaming)
A sailor went to sea, sea, sea (Away from the Ugly BBB)
London Bridge is falling down (This country)
Rock-a-bye baby on a tree top (Poor baby, just trying to sleep in peace)
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard (And because her snap benefits were cut, it was bare)
Hush lil baby, don’t say a word (Sounds like a Republican)
If you happy and you know it clap your hands (Don’t think nobody clapping right about now)
It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring (That old man tired, he been so stressed worrying about his social security benefits)
Take me out to the ball game (For a much needed distraction from all this chaos and dysfunction), I’m over it!
Rome wasn't built in a day
Mexicans like saying "Ole!"
If your horse eats nothing but hay
Teach him how to order on e-Bay
While terriers put sugar in their 'tay'
Cigarette smokers should use an ashtray
People say every dog has his day
Though I was told that crime doesn't pay
First April showers, then come what May
In life one's gotta find his own way
A voice vote's always a yea or a nay
It's lonely tonight -- Won't you stay?
When you're older, your hair might turn gray
Every knight needs some dragons to slay
If a soldier won't enter the fray
Against him will a nation inveigh
On her tuffet, Little Miss Muffet ate whey
When a donkey's upset, it'll bray
In Puerto Rico how those palm trees do sway
Now the sun's out: Go catch a ray
Do you remember when happy meant 'gay'
And nursery school age kids used to play?
From the path it's far too easy to stray
~ Life's choices please carefully weigh!
It takes a lot of tricks to write a good poem
It's not easy to understand the theorem
The magic, the divine essence of being a Poet
These days everybody is one: the Muffet pet
And the puppet. Everybody should express
Their feelings on paper. Even if it is a mess
If you are very famous like Michael Jackson
Whatever crap you write has teeth and bone
Everybody wants to read, all debris become viral
The Press is writing about it. Oh! This thing is genial
Oh! How wonderful to forget
Once you're famous, you can get
A lot of stuff for free: free marketing
Free publicity, famous writers are writing
About your works in the latest edition
Of the New Yorker magazine. This a sensation
And your poem is on the first page. Big
Business wants you. In a flash your pink pig
Is sniffling the red carpet, because you're
A superstar, you're a genius. The main door
Is wide open. A singer needs a poet, a writer
A poet is a great lyricist. A writer appreciates a singer
Like Jacques Brel. What a genius! He was different.
His songs were like poems. He had style. He had talent
He put Louis Aragon in heaven. Suddenly, our tears will dry
No woman, no cries. Bob Marley now lives above the sky
With the angels and the saints. They have gone forward
And we, the aliens of Earth, are willing to go downward.
Copyright © December 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Gingerbread man's life was one of hard knocks
Cus that cookie was captured by a fox
Although he ran very fast
He was eaten as repast
Like the three bears feasted on Goldilocks
Peter Pan had an island of lost boys
Promising them games and lots of fun toys
Purchased from an "Adult" store
Leather was what the boys wore
It's a naughty fetish Peter enjoys
Humpty Dumpty was sad; down in the dumps
When he was caught wearing stiletto pumps
That's why he climbed the brick fence
and shouted, "It's false pretense!"
Was called a 'girly girl' by bullying chumps
Maiden Rapunzel had long golden hair
Spurned all men. 'Twas as if she didn't care
But each night when it was dark
In her window climbed Beau Clark
With ardent lover, Rapunzel lay bare
The tale about Little Red Riding Hood
Tells that to her grandmother, she was good
With Wolf she was in cahoots
For months they'd been knocking boots
The love they shared was never understood
Alice fell in a hole, chasing a hare
Pink Cheshire cat smiled..."Enter if you dare"
Confused, first she shrunk then grew
It was a hullabaloo!
Her adventure gave her a frightful scare!
It has been written about Ol' King Cole
That he was quite a very merry soul
Always had the urge to pee
When ere played his fiddlers, three
Over his bladder, Cole had no control
Cinderella couldn't attend the ball
Because it was her wicked stepmom's call
So, she fed her poisoned rice
Fairy Godmother was nice
Dressed her up like a Princess Barbie doll
Eating her curds, sat Little Miss Muffet
On her very expensive silk tuffet
When along came a spider
Who wiggled down beside her
Asked, "Would you mind if I shared your buffet?"
The Three Little Pigs tale ended in shame
That's why they were never given a name
Big Bad Wolf outsmarted two
Then the third one, he ate, too
For blowing through brick, the wolf had a trick
I loved nursery rhymes as a child.
Just listening to them being read
Relaxed me, made me smile, calmed the wild.
Rhymes like "Little Miss Muffet" who frightened fled.
And "Little Boy Blue' who slept soundly when he lay his head.
Then I had a teacer who quoted poems
From her gifted head, drew me into the flow
When certain rhythm of words was read.
My heart began to internally glow.
Within my being the love did grow.
Then time and crisis opened the closed door.
I began to try to write to deal with stress.
A major health crisis opened more
My heart to let my deep feelings confess.
Writing helps heal great distress...
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I write to you, dear Miss Muffet,
who once sat upon a tuffet.
It was sixty long years ago,
when your story, then, was told.
Unfortunate details would unfold
as a spider's yarn unrolled,
if you don't mind my saying so.
It's sad to know you were afraid,
on that tuffet seat where you stayed.
When I was just a child -
and you were a child (like Annebel Lee)
and for three score years it's seemed to me
that you and I were meant to be,
had fate upon me smiled.
Six decades I've had to rough it,
wondering what is a tuffet,
and wishing things went better.
While dreaming of your rose-cheeked face,
I've not heard from you a trace.
Your memory I can't erase,
so, I'm sending you this letter.
It's here that I must confess,
my ardor, I can't suppress.
In the tub, I saw you,
with a thousand adoring eyes.
I was on your boat that did capsize,
as you would not hear my cries.
Can't you ever love me too?
I'm supposing the question begs,
is it wrong to have so many legs?
I could be a good provider.
How I would love to slowly trace
the outlines of your silky lace.
Could you be open and embrace,
someone of the arachnid race?
Awaiting your reply from my ceiling place,
yours, lovingly, "A Spider".
Humpty Dumpty always sat on that wall
Except for the one time he had a great fall
So always but once that anyone can recall
Which is why today is a big deal after all
Since Little Bo Peep had lost her sheep
She wanted to ask Humpty to take a peek
If he could see where she should seek
She could round them up within the week
He wasn't on the wall, she rang Missing Alert
It sent shockwaves far and wide and overt
The Three Blind Mice scampered in the dirt
Three Little Pigs squealed like they were hurt
Next thing you know, Little Miss Muffet,
Told Tom Thumb to find Humpty or 'ef it'!
Three Little Kittens told Jack Spratt to "Stuff it!"
Itty Bitty Spider crawled the wall and jumped it
The Old Lady Who Lived In the Shoe
Panicked about what to do
Earlier she and Humpty had a rendezvous
He fell asleep and now had no clue
Most all those in Mother Goose Town
Heard Humpty was missing, wasn't around
Everyone was afraid he fell down
All were searching, wanting him found
Jack In the Beanstalk knew of the tryst
He told the Old Lady they would fix this
They covered up Humpty, he didn't resist
Henny Penny yelled, "Sky falling!" and insists
Hey Diddle Diddle got the cow to jump
And dropped Humpty on the wall on his rump
Starlight First Star said he looked like a lump
Even The Owl And Pussycat were stumped
Here at Mother Goose’s party
Jack and Jill have just arrived.
Small Bo Peep and Jack be Nimble
Came to greet them and high-fived
While Miss Muffet, busy eating,
Found a spider in her whey.
Even though ‘twas itsy-bitsy,
Humpty Dumpty saved the day.
Georgie Porgie went in search of
Little Jack among the sheep.
He was eating Christmas pie right near
Boy Blue, who was asleep.
As the cat was entertaining
With his fiddle ‘neath the moon,
Some big cow jumped over, looking
For a missing dish and spoon.
There were hot cross buns a’plenty
Selling down by London Bridge.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
Hoped to taste one – just a smidge.
Old King Cole made an appearance,
Peter Piper by his side.
Three blind mice played pat-a-cake
While Tommy Tucker ran to hide.
It was quite a festive evening
'Til the striking of the clock,
All to honor Mother Goose
And all the members of her flock.
*Today is officially Mother Goose Day