Linda Winchell - 'Childrens' Nursery Rhymes'

Could I have picked a better time,
To read My Grandson an old Nursery Rhyme?

But when I got to thinking and remembering the words,
This is what I remembered and what my ears had heard.

'Hickory, Dickory, Doc, '
Then this mouse ran up a clock?
Then the clock struck one?
Down the clock the mouse did run?
But where's, Hickory, Dickory, Doc?

Then there's; 'Mary had a little lamb? '
What was that girl thinking?
Then, ' Wee Widdle Winky, ' my son John
With one shoe off?
And one shoe on?
Running through the town
sounds like STREAKING?

Then, 'Rock A Bye Baby? '
The kids in a tree top!
Then came the wind, and the thing began to rock?
Then the branch broke and the cradle did fall?
Did someone get the cops?
Maybe Child Protection, to call?

Then there's; 'Peeg Porridge Hot? '
And then it is cold?
And then, get this one; It's in the pot, NINE days old?
Who would want to eat that stuff?

Then; 'Jack be nimble, Jack be quick? '
He's that dumb kid that's gonna catch his pants on fire,
Jumping over the candle stick?

Then I've read where Mother Goose was a man?
Now how could that be?
I think I'm not going to read these things,
And read a cute childs story maybe?

How about, 'Jack and the Bean stalk? '
Now here's a trip!
Some stupid kid sells his Mother's cow for some magic beans,
And she throws a royal, hissy fit!

I think I'm gonna forget it all,
And make up my own story to read to Grandson Paul?
Now what will it be, I could say to him?
First off, NOT to read his Grandkids, tales
By; someone named Grimm!

Linda Winchell

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