Tonight it's a little something different.

Tonight my reading friends out there, it's time for a little something different 

(I hope that I've not become that predictable already lol.)

          This poem of mine won honorable mention; 2014 Spring TCC poetry contest.  

Nursery Rhymes With Tertiary, Sort Of  

Whadda you mean no fat, no lean

And that you’re gonna lick the platter clean?

Mary has a little lamb

And I have mint jelly…

Old lady Hubbard with her cupboard bare

Should have put some of her kids

In an orphanage or up for sale,

Seven, eight, line them straight.

Rock-a-bye baby why are you in the tree top?

When the bough breaks your cradles gonna drop.

Momma might buy you a diamond ring,

But even for your supper you gonna have to sing.

Hey diddle-diddle cats’ playing Cajun fiddle

Making the cow jump over the moon,

While the cat in the hat is an old buffoon

And old lady Leary lit a lantern in the shed.

So sit in the corner and eat your plumb,

See your thumb, gee you’re dumb!

The sheep are in the meadow, but

Cows are in the pasture laying chocolate pies.

London Bridge is falling down into the Colorado River,

Coz it’s now out in Arizona.

The mouse ran up Big Ben;

The Tower of London is still there though.

On top of “Old Smokey” all covered with cheese,

I lost my poor meat ball when somebody sneezed;

One, two, I buckled my shoes,

Three, four, I’m out the door- after my meatball of course.

Raining and pouring and some old guy snoring,

He goes to bed and bumps his head,

Then he wouldn't get up in the morning.

His traumatic brain injury wouldn’t allow for it.

Ring around the rosy, pockets full of posies,

Ashen, ashen,

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

But names will always hurt me.

My Mommy is a communist,

My Daddy is a spy,

And I’m the little dirty rat

Who told the F.B.I.

Written by Hans A. Pasco

Do what you gotta do, however, not to the harm of others.  Peace.  It's all good.  Hans