The Thinking Poet

 

Some Nursery Rhymes For Troubled Times

HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE
Hey diddle diddle,
I've found a tax fiddle,
I'm laughing my way to the bank.
"Oh no you haven't",
Came the revenue savant.
At the sound of his voice my 
heart sank.
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LITTLE JACK HORNER
Little Jack Horner
Sat in his corner
Savouring his Christmas bonus.
We sit on our bums,
And we pull out the plums
For the people that pester 
and phone us.
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HICKORY DICKORY DOCK
Dizzily busy the dock.
The judges are fighting the clock.
The prisoners queue,
The gaols too few.
Dizzily busy the dock.
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GOOSY GOOSY GANDER
Press and propaganda,
Wither shall I wander?
Right side, left side
In the Commons chamber.
There I met some wild men
Yelling out their wares,
So I left them to their bedlam
And scooted down the stairs.
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WEE WILLIE WINKIE
Wee Willie Winkie
Jogs through the town,
Serious matter, see that frown.
Now he's addicted;
Trainers have a spell,
Don't care where they carry me, 
Gotta jog like hell.
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JACK SPRAT
Jack Sprat ate up his fat,
His wife is hardly lean;
And so the word `cholesterol'
Is to their ears obscene.
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GEORGIO PORGIO
Georgio Porgio's pizzas and pies;
King-size burgers and French-fries.
When the boys go out to play,
That's the stuff to put away.
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LITTLE BOY BLUE
Little Boy Blue,
Come blow your horn,
The road's through the meadow,
And gone is the corn.
Where are the meadows
That nourished the sheep?
They're under the asphalt
Five feet deep.
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Ron Cretchley, 1994