Mary had a little lamb
(she ate it with some mint):
She’d killed it with her own fair hands;
Her heart was cold as flint.
Sing a song of sixpence,
Politicians lie,
Spouting arrant nonsense:
“Brexit, do or die!”
Jack and Jill weren’t taught to kill
but he went on to slaughter:
to have some fun he took his gun
to shoot some son or daughter.
He wished to make his country great
or maybe strong and stable;
with every breath he dealt a death
as fast as he was able.
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Indeed, twisted. Uncomfortable, in a good way.
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Cheers, Piotrek. Unfortunately, as these are based on traditional nursery rhymes I’m not sure I’ll be able to enjoy them ever again—and I wrote them! 🙂
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Whoa…..
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Belated thanks, Laurie.
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