my mum taught us these which we passed on at school, there nonsense rhymes,
i went to the pictures tommorrow,
i took a front seat at the back,
i fell from the floor to the ceiling,
and broke a chest bone in my back,
i went round a straight crooked corner to see a dead donkey die,
i took out my pistol to stab him and he punched me one in the eye.

one blind day in the middle of the night,
2 dead men got up to have a fight,
back to back they faced each other,
drew there swords and shot each other.

one blind day in the middle of the night the thames caught fire,
a blind man saw it,
a deaf man heard it,
and a man without any legs ran to get the fire brigade,
the fire truck was drawn by 2 dead horses,
ran over a dead cat and nearly killed it,
this story was originally told tommorrow by 6 female gentlemen sitting at each corner of the round table eating plain cakes with currants in them
(not very pc that one sorry!)

i've not thought of those for years and reading those back makes me realise how weird my mum is 

oh and
i saw a worm upon the road
a wiggling on his belly
i didn't like the looks of him
so i squashed him with my welly!!

Marshal bravestarr wrote on May 22^nd, 2006 at 3:53pm:



My mum taught me those aswell, but the first one was slightly different at the end, it went like this:

I went to the pictures tomorrow,
and took a front seat at the back,
I fell from the floor to the ceiling,
and broke a front bone in my back,
They rushed me to hospital slowly,
and starved me with plenty to eat,
And when i woke up in the morning,
I found i was still fast asleep.

AllyBally wrote on May 22^nd, 2006 at 7:47pm:

i stand corrected it was one fine day, did anyone ever get told this one? you have to sing it in a wurzelesque west country manner,
i knew an old farmer and his name was jim,
somebody threw a tomato at him,
tomatoes dont hurt says i with a grin,
but that bug**r did it was wrapped in a tin

Mondays child is red and spotty,
Tuesday's child wont use the potty.
Wednesdays child wont go to bed,
Thursdays child will not be fed.
Fridays child breaks all his toys,
Saturdays child makes an awful noice.
And the child that was born on the seventh day
Is a pain in the neck like the rest,OK!'

Indigo Lupin wrote on May 24^th, 2006 at 9:12am:

i was taught this as a kid but it was slightly different,
in days of old
when knights were bold,
and ladies weren't invented,
they made holes
in telegraph poles,
and went away contented.

In days of old, when knights were bold
And Jonnies weren’t invented
They put their socks
Over their -----
To stop babies being invented  

 

AllyBally wrote on May 24^th, 2006 at 8:41pm:

I remember this one, mine though had bits from both your versions, and we suffocate the ants