Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
eating her curds and whey.
Said Muff to a spider who sat down beside her,
"Ya'll git yer own whey! F**kin' A!"
Ding, dong, bell.
Pussy's in the well.
Who put her in?
You did? Bloody
Hell!
Mary had a little lamb.
Like snowdrift was its fleece.
And everywhere that Mary went
the lamb went. Jeez Louise!
Three blind mice!
See how they run!
They all ran after the farmer's wi-...
Hey! Are we freakin' done?
Baa-baa, Black Sheep:
have you any wool?
Not one bagful?
What
a load o' bull!
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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