Friday, February 10, 2012

Jump Rope Rhymes for a New Millenium

Skip, Momma Pony’s name is Pounce
Kitten’s name is Clop
Daddy, he cuts heads off
In the barbershop.

Sister likes the breast
Brother likes the thigh
Momma left us years ago
Daddy don't say why.

So, skip, Momma!
Skip, Momma!
A one, two, three
Back to your little family.

Yeah, skip, Momma!
Skip, Momma!
Anyone can see
How you miss your little family.

Sister’s Making MuffinsSister’s in the kitchen
Little Brother’s out in back
Sister’s making muffins
Little Brother's smoking crack.

When Sister heats the oven
Little Brother’s getting high
But Sister’s making muffins
Sugar muffins make her fly.


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21 comments:

  1. Kathy B.February 14, 2012 at 4:44 PM

    Posted to the magnificent dVerse Poets Pub at:

    http://dversepoets.com/2012/02/14/openlinknight-week-31/

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  2. Mark ButkusFebruary 14, 2012 at 5:09 PM

    A turn of the tale. I raised a boy without a mother and he is my Valentine heart...

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  3. Brian MillerFebruary 14, 2012 at 5:16 PM

    wow...both of these are playful but there is a sadness in them as well...hard life in both....

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    1. Brian MillerOctober 17, 2013 at 7:43 PM

      ha i remember these....a sad bit of reality in the soup of our lives, surely....

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  4. Laurie KolpFebruary 14, 2012 at 7:43 PM

    Both signify the harshness of today. I don't know what I'd do if I heard one of my kids saying the second one.

    Happy Valentine's Day!

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  5. ScarletFebruary 14, 2012 at 8:56 PM

    You make it look so simple and playful yet the words sting and make this really sad...good use of the rhyme too ~

    Happy Hearts Day ~

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  6. Pat HattFebruary 14, 2012 at 10:51 PM

    Such fun playful rhyme, truly divine and not a crime. Even if the subject is rather dreary a bit, nicely done!

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  7. poetrydiaryFebruary 15, 2012 at 1:18 AM

    I like the link to the picture - you've caught a particular spirit very well.

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  8. Kathy ReedFebruary 21, 2013 at 10:47 PM

    I like how you combined the pic with the poem as well..fairy tale like but with bite ;)

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  9. Brian MillerFebruary 21, 2013 at 10:55 PM

    that second one is like a twisted nursery rhyme...kinda haunting you know...

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  10. Susan DanielsFebruary 21, 2013 at 11:55 PM

    Wow--you have a joyful, playful rhythm delivering a slap in the face. Brilliant.

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  11. lucychiliFebruary 22, 2013 at 12:11 AM

    these have the spark and dark of a grimms fairy tale =)

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  12. hyperCRYPTICalFebruary 22, 2013 at 5:56 AM

    Fairy tales with a bite indeed.

    Cleverly composed.

    Anna :o]

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  13. ZouxzouxFebruary 22, 2013 at 9:03 PM

    I'm not a fan of rhyming poetry but these are great. The contemporary subject matter gives a good dose of salt to what can be an overly sweet genre in clumsy hands. Wonderful!

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  14. AnonymousFebruary 23, 2013 at 4:14 AM

    Dark tales for dark times - and I can just imagine the joy on innocent faces as they skip rope to these rhymes :-)

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  15. AnonymousOctober 17, 2013 at 9:42 PM

    Packs a wallop with the child like sing song style...that dark underbelly. Well done!

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  16. MaryOctober 17, 2013 at 9:45 PM

    Whew, these really pack a strong punch.

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  17. hyperCRYPTICalOctober 18, 2013 at 8:43 AM

    Here again and still clever writes!
    Anna :o]

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  18. ClaudiaOctober 18, 2013 at 11:09 AM

    haha..i wonder what she baked into those muffins you know...smiles

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  19. BeachannyOctober 18, 2013 at 12:37 PM

    Turn a nursery rhyme - patty caked and marked - actually they began dark. There is a strong streak of satire hidden in nearly everyone, but like the Beats you brought it modern - to abandonment, drugs, loneliness, and abuse. Superb work. Very very effective.

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  20. brudbergOctober 18, 2013 at 2:03 PM

    oh this was great. what glorious muffins --- and the sadness of a mother gone, packaged into nursery rhymes...

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