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A Nursery Rhyme- Adapted To Fit Present Circumstances [Jan. 14th, 2018|10:21 am]
Tony Grist
 One, two, buckle my shoe- or alternatively put on wellington boots.

Three, four, shut the door- as one goes out into a mild, unassertively sunny, January morning, 

Five, six, pick up sticks- of which there are a lot on the front lawn, deposited there by a succession of winter storms.

Seven eight, lay them straight- or more precisely in a heap on the bonfire.

Nine, ten- a big fat hen- only for "hen" read "horse" - a specimen of which genus is standing at the water butt emptying it as fast as it can be filled by the hose.


[User Picture]From: idahoswede
2018-01-14 12:51 pm (UTC)
Now the American version of that nursery rhyme ends "Nine, ten, start over again."
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2018-01-14 04:23 pm (UTC)
A version I looked at this morning goes all the way to twenty.

Eleven, twelve, dig and delve.
Thirteen fourteen, maids a-courting
Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen.
Seventeen, eighteen, maids a-waiting.
Nineteen, twenty, my plate's empty.

There's a theory that one to ten are about lace-making. The worker gets dressed, shuts the door, lays out the tools (the sticks) while the fat hen is the cushion on which the finished article rests. I'm not convinced. I think it was always intended to be nonsense.
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