Shoo! Shoo!
Cried the old lady in the boot,
as she chased the children
from her sole.
While this humorous situation ensues,
Humpty-Dumpty watches from his perch
a-top the King’s great wall,
entirely unaware of his seemingly pre-destined fall.
It’s a shame that we never look far enough forward,
to understand why we are breaking our backs;
well, if you don’t factor in the children who might be stepping on the cracks.
-
In another land of far away,
the clouds rolled in and threatened the village with rain.
The itsy, bitsy spider was out of luck,
for his swimming lessons weren’t until the following week.
I guess Mother Nature just couldn’t control her urge to purge
the dying earth with her liquid scourge.
-
Well I know that I’m not a Grimm sibling,
and Mother Goose isn’t on my menu,
but looking back on these childish yarns,
it’s tempting to say that fairy tales
aren’t really all that tall.
Maybe what our society needs,
is a reflection on the stories we used to believe.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
Shoo! Shoo!
Cried the old lady in the boot,
as she chased the children
from her sole.
While this humorous situation ensues,
Humpty-Dumpty watches from his perch
a-top the King’s great wall,
entirely unaware of his seemingly pre-destined fall.
It’s a shame that we never look far enough forward,
to understand why we are breaking our backs;
well, if you don’t factor in the children who might be stepping on the cracks.
-
In another land of far away,
the clouds rolled in and threatened the village with rain.
The itsy, bitsy spider was out of luck,
for his swimming lessons weren’t until the following week.
I guess Mother Nature just couldn’t control her urge to purge
the dying earth with her liquid scourge.
-
Well I know that I’m not a Grimm sibling,
and Mother Goose isn’t on my menu,
but looking back on these childish yarns,
it’s tempting to say that fairy tales
aren’t really all that tall.
Maybe what our society needs,
is a reflection on the stories we used to believe.
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