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Outta Here!

Life sentence –
When you kill one mouse.
It’s not fair!

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Another Evil

Three monkeys
Don’t see, hear, speak – but
Something smells.

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Nursery Rhyme Answered

Hey, black sheep:
Have you any wool?
Yes – wooly!

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Outta – photo by Krzysztof Szkurlatowski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhXQrLA/Escape+of+cat+from+military+zo

Evil – photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oq9uicw/wise+monkeys1

Nursery – photo by Michael and Christa Richert at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/moy33lw/two+little+black+sheep

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

 

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Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

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I’m posting these on my blog for reference, not that any adults who read my blog might want to read them.  So, it may be a post of mine to skip.  Just be thankful I didn’t decide to post them one at a time.  🙂   It was interesting to me how many I had memorized (almost all of them).  It also seems that many of them would now be objectionable to the politically correct – spanking children, other violence, poor eating habits, and male chauvinism.  Oh – and Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers is just as hard to type as it is to say. 

 

Mother Goose Rhymes

Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With cockle-shells, and silver bells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

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Hey, diddle, diddle,
   The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
   The little dog laughed
   To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

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Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie;
When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing;
Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before a king?

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The king was in his counting house, counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlor, eating bread and honey,
The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes,
Along came a blackbird and pecked off her nose.

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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty together again.

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Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

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Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
I’ve been to London to look at the Queen,
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under the chair.

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Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Sometimes nine, and sometimes ten,
Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen.

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Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, sir; yes, sir, three bags full.
One for my master, one for my dame,
And one for the little boy that lives in the lane.

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To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig;
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

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Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock;
   The clock struck one,
   The mouse ran down,
Hickory, dickory, dock.

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Simple Simon met a pieman
   Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
   “Let me taste your ware.”

Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
   “Show me first your penny”;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman.
   “Indeed I have not any.”

Simple Simon went a-fishing
   For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got
   Was in his mother’s pail.

Simple Simon went to look
   If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much,
   Which made poor Simon whistle.

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Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
   Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum,
   And said, “What a good boy am I!”

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   Little Miss Muffet,
   Sat on a tuffet,
Eating of curds and whey;
   There came a great spider
   That sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

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Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady ride on a white horse,
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.

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Jack and Jill went up the hill,
   To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down and broke his crown
   And Jill came tumbling after.

Up Jack got and home did trot
   As fast as he could caper.
And went to bed to mend his head
   With vinegar and brown paper.

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Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can’t tell where to find them;
Leave them alone and they’ll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.

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Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn;
But where is the boy that looks after the sheep?
He’s under the haystack, fast asleep.

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A dillar, a dollar,
A ten o’clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o’clock
But now you come at noon.

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  Old Mother Hubbard
  Went to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone;
  But when she got there
  The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.

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There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn’t know what to do;
She gave them some broth without any bread;
Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

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Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn’t keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.

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Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
   His wife could eat no lean,
And so, betwixt them both, you see,
   They licked the platter clean.

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   The Queen of Hearts
   She made some tarts,
All on a summer’s day;
   The Knave of Hearts
   He stole those tarts,
And with them ran away.

   The King of Hearts
   Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
   The Knave of Hearts
   Brought back the tarts,
And vowed he’d steal no more!

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One misty, moisty morning,
   When cloudy was the weather,
I met a little old man
   Clothed all in leather;
He began to compliment,
   And I began to grin, –
How do you do, and how do you do,
   And how do you do again?

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There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile:
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a crooked little house.

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Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers;
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

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