National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Tuesday, 17 April 2018

And now to ruin some nursey rhymes

Day 17

The crooked man

There was a crooked man
He jumped a ran and skipped
He said that he couldnt walk
Without his walking stick

He gets all benefits
Cos on the forms he feigns
Now he lives in a comfort
in a little house in Spain.

Twinkle, twinkle
Twinkle twinkle little toad
Why are you crossing the road
Be now careful where you walk
Do not mind me as I talk
Move your feet now old muck
I can see a great big truck
Twinkle twinkle little toad
You are now squashed on the road.


Hey diddle diddle
Hey diddle diddle, I don't own a fiddle
Its probably a very good thing
I cannot read notes, I am blind as bat
It will sound like an old cat dying

Simple Simon
Simple simon wasn't simple, he was just quite thick
He thought he had a notion making a boat out of brick.













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