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So What Do We Tell The Children? |
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By Mr_E_Writer
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19 July 2008 |
With seasoned skill, young Humpty sat upon a wall and did not fall
while Miss Beau Peep lay fast asleep, her sheep locked safe inside their pen.
A pale of water was not sought, for Jack and Jill preferred French wine
and so our children have no nursery rhymes.
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And then, just when you think things can't get any worse, a child welfare officer calls round to advise you that you'll be prosecuted if you persist in placing the baby's cradle in the tree top, and, as she's leaving, your lodger, Miss Muffet, comes bowling through the door to inform you that she's been to the petshop to buy yet another Tarantula!
It's at times like these that you just want to bake a mincemeat pie and stick your thumb in it, but comfort eating never did anyone any good - just look what happened to Jack Spratt, the fat #@##@##.
Sing a song of sixpence, my arse!!|
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Written by Hellcat (63 comments posted) 19th July 2008 | Made me laugh. Very good  |
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