Blender
I thought I'd invented a new style of nursery rhyme poetry until someone pointed out the rhyming scheme was the same as Jack and Jill. Drat! Anyhow, it's a style I like (and more importantly my kids like), so I'll stick with it.
Nigel Neath lost all his teeth
by eating too much candy;
he threw his toothbrush in the bin
and thought it rather dandy.
But now he cannot chew his food
or else his gums get tender;
so everything he wants to eat
his mum puts in the blender.
Above is one I wrote a couple of years back on a microbus trip to northern Sudan while everyone else was asleep - er, and yes, the nursery rhyme does involve a blender.
This poem has seen the light of day in two paying markets - Kuwait This Month magazine (as a stand alone nursery rhyme) and The Weekly News (as part of an Alice in Wonderland style story exorting the benefits of oral hygiene!).
I've recently written a couple more of these two stanza nursery rhymes, one of which is below. I hope you like it:
Fanny Firth ate piles of earth
till grass sprung from her nose;
then flowers sprouted from her ears
and mushrooms from her toes.
Her back became a veggie patch,
in spring her mum would sow her,
whilst on her front there grew a lawn
which dad cut with his mower.
See you soon!
Nigel Neath lost all his teeth
by eating too much candy;
he threw his toothbrush in the bin
and thought it rather dandy.
But now he cannot chew his food
or else his gums get tender;
so everything he wants to eat
his mum puts in the blender.
Above is one I wrote a couple of years back on a microbus trip to northern Sudan while everyone else was asleep - er, and yes, the nursery rhyme does involve a blender.
This poem has seen the light of day in two paying markets - Kuwait This Month magazine (as a stand alone nursery rhyme) and The Weekly News (as part of an Alice in Wonderland style story exorting the benefits of oral hygiene!).
I've recently written a couple more of these two stanza nursery rhymes, one of which is below. I hope you like it:
Fanny Firth ate piles of earth
till grass sprung from her nose;
then flowers sprouted from her ears
and mushrooms from her toes.
Her back became a veggie patch,
in spring her mum would sow her,
whilst on her front there grew a lawn
which dad cut with his mower.
See you soon!
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