I over analyze nursery rhymes
like a detective at the scene of crimes
I sometimes wonder why Jack and Jill
Really went up that grassy hill
I hope it wasn’t against her will
And trust that she was on the pill.
Humpty Dumpty climbed up a wall
He asked for it, I meant the fall.
He got scrambled and that’s no joke
But was he organic? Did he have a yoke?
Why didn’t Old Mother Hubbard
Keep an inventory of her cupboard?
Then the crazy old bag would have known
That inside it she would find no bone
No reason to look, Mother Hubbard Dear,
Your F***ing cupboard is really bare!
Now who rocks a baby in a tree top?
If you do, then you should stop
You know what else I really think?
Maybe it’s time you see a shrink.
The gossipy old woman who swallowed a fly
Should have kept her mouth shut and she wouldn’t have died.
She had a big mouth, what else can I say?
I cannot put it any other way.
I also feel bad for little Jack Horner
Spending Christmas alone in a corner
He told himself he was a good boy
Then why a pie and not a toy?
What the hell is a hickory dock?
And what does is have to do with a clock?
Ok, ok, I’m really done,
Analyzing rhymes is not much fun.
Written by the writer April 15th 2014