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...presents... A Child's Garden of Curses
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by Lady Carolin
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>>> a cDc publication.......1993 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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|____digital_media____digital_culture____digital_media____digital_culture____|
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It struck me as I leafed through my battered, cherished copy of Mother
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Goose that children's literature lacks reality. Fantasy abounds in books and
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poems for children; fanciful flights of the imagination which only tells
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children they CAN, not that they WILL. While a few rhymes and poems for
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children have roots in morbidity or contain thoughts about death and
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dismemberment ("Rock a Bye Baby" is a prime example), it is my contention that
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not enough knowledge about daily life is gained by them. Children need to
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learn about death, to face up to it so they will not be afraid. Without a
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comfortable relationship with Death and Morbidity, children will be crippled
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throughout their future lives, unable to cope with reality. Children need to
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understand just how fragile their lives are, so that they may enjoy every day
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as it comes, as if it were their last.
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Therefore I present to you this offering of reworked poems, rhymes and
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songs for both young and old alike to enjoy and cherish. Children of all ages
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can benefit from this collection of morbid tales. The following rhymes are
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excellent for nursery stories, bedtime lullabies, learning-to-read primers, and
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family campfire ditties. I encourage you to pass them down from generation to
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generation, as the ancients did, in an oral tradition of death and destruction
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that must not be allowed to be forgotten.
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Jack and Jill
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Jack and Jill went up the hill
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to find a cow to slaughter.
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Jack kissed Jill and
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Jill raped Jack and
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then the police caught her.
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Pat A Cake
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Pat a cake,
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pat a cake,
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baker's man.
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Bake a big cake as
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quick as you can.
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Stuff it with roadkill
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and mark it with B
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Put it in the oven for
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Baby and Me.
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Lucy Locket
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Lucy Locket lost her pocket
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Kitty Fisher stole it.
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Nothing in it,
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nothing in it,
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but the condom 'round it.
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Georgy Porgy
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Georgy Porgy,
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stabbing an eye,
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Raped the girls and made them cry.
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When the cops came out that day
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Georgy Porgy ran away.
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The Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe
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There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
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And all of her children she beat black and blue.
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She fed them raw flesh without any bread.
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She whipped them all bloody until they were dead.
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Pease Porridge Please
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Pease porridge hot,
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Pease porridge cold.
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Dead baby in the pot,
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Nine days old.
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Some like them hot;
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Some like them cold.
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All like them to be shot,
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Nine days old.
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Cock Horse
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Ride a cock-horse to Banbury cross,
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To see an old lady upon a white horse.
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With ropes on her fingers
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and chains on her toes
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She shall have coffins wherever she goes.
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-- From Mother Goose
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A Thought
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It is very nice to think
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The world so full of meat and drink
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With little children saying grace
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In every Satan kind of place.
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The Cow
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The friendly cow all red and white,
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I love with all my heart.
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She bleeds and groans all through the night
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I want to stab her through the heart.
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Good And Bad Children
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Children, you are very little
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And your bones are very brittle
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If you would grow big and tall
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Down those stairs you mustn't fall.
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You must be still, bright and quiet,
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And content with simple diet.
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Blood of corpses for your drink,
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Flesh from infants, don't you think?
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Morbid hearts and sorrowed faces,
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Nasty play in hidden places.
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You will die soon do you know?
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If you down the stairs I throw.
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Cruel children, crying babies
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Frothing mouths are caused by rabies,
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I hate you as your age increases;
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Chop you up; now rest in pieces.
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-- From Robert Louis Stevenson
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The following classical traditional children's rhyme stands perfect as it
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was written originally. I present it here uncorrected, unabridged. It was
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used for many years by children as a charm to protect themselves from the Black
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Plague. The flowers children carried in their pockets had many uses - as an
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herbal, medicinal attempt to stay infection, as a symbolic representation of
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life and fertility, as a fetish by which to gain power, or the flowers were
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also used as a sort of talisman or amulet against evil.
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Ring around the rosies,
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Pocket full o' posies,
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Gashes, Ashes,
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we all fall DOWN!
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Playground
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Side by side the graves do lay
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As I walk through the graveyard
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on this lovely day.
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I look down in wonder,
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and what do I see?
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A grave with my name on it,
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waiting for me.
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Two Naughty Boys
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Johnny Piper found a gun,
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Tommy Cooper shot it.
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Johnny Piper lies here dead;
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Never would have thought it.
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Stealey Dan
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A boy on the playground
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today stole my shoe.
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When I asked for it back
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He said "Fuck you!"
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I beat him and shot him
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and knifed him clear through.
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He won't steal from me again
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I think, don't you?
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Lullabye
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Hush little baby, Don't you cry.
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There are monsters in the closet
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And witches in the sky.
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Hush little baby don't stay awake.
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Grim Reaper's coming soon
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for your soul to take.
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Hush little baby, don't you cry.
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You won't wake up in the morning
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because you're going to die.
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Hush little baby, try to sleep
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Your coffin is awaiting you
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Six feet deep.
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Willy Nilly
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He touched me where
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I did not want him
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And now my ghost
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comes back to haunt him.
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He murdered me
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because I scorned him.
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He hacked and slashed;
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My blood adorned him.
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I will return;
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I should have warned him.
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Playtime
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My dad was offed by
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decapitation.
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I killed my mom by
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incineration.
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I ate and ate with
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great fascination.
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Rotting, flesh wasted;
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procrastination.
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And now I'm left with
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Self-mastication.
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Fuzzy Little Bunny
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Hop, hop,
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little bunny!
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Fuzzy little bunny!
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Jump, jump,
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little bunny!
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Fuzzy baby bunny!
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Run, Run,
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little bunny!
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Cuddly fuzzy bunny!
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Hide, hide,
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little bunny!
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Funny fuzzy bunny!
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Bang, bang,
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little bunny!
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Fuzzy bloody bunny!
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Die, die,
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little bunny!
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Rigor mortis bunny!
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Rot, rot,
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little bunny!
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Fuzzy wormy bunny!
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-- From various sources
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My Granny
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My grandma died right in her bed.
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I crawled right in and sniffed her head.
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I tasted her lipstick and took off her shoes.
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I bit off her nose, then I told Mom the news.
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So Mom came in and saw her there;
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Mom combed her head 'til it was bare.
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Her hair we saved to feed the cat
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And on my granny's face we spat.
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I liked her dress so we took it away,
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Wrapped Granny in blankets; less messy that way.
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We took her rings and necklace of blue.
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Mom garnered her girdle and put that on too.
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We poked her teeth to get the gold,
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And under her armpits we scraped for mold.
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I peeked in her undies and thought I'd be sick.
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Mom poked at her bottom with a great big long stick.
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Mom looked at the cupboard, so very bare.
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"I think there's enough, and plenty to spare!
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And a bone for the dog, or two or three."
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I just hope she cooks up plenty for me!
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"All these years,
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how big these ears!
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Go heat up the stove,
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My little dears.."
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Mom carved up her spleen,
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and scooped out her eyes.
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"This is for pastry,
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this is for pies,"
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Now we can silence our hungry cries,
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Thanks to our granny's very timely demise."
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Amen.
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Jump Rope
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1, 2, 3, Die with me.
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4, 5, 6, Sharpen some sticks.
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7, 8, 9, On corpse we'll dine.
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9, 8, 7, Ain't goin' to heaven.
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6, 5, 4, Open hell's door.
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3, 2, 1, This poem's done.
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-- With help from Madame Spleen
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.ooM |Copr. 1993 cDc communications by Lady Carolin 03/01/93-#220|
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\_______/|All Rights Drooled Away. SIX GLORIOUS YEARS of cDc|
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