Fractured Nursery Rhymes

                                                          

At the fractured thoughts workshop the group paired up to write the following           fractured nursery rhymes:                                                             

               Anne Shabel and Norm Brecke took on Little Boy Blue

Little Boy Blues (read like Louie Armstrong)

Little Boy Blues                                                                

Come Blow your horn

The cow's in the jazz band

The sheep swings 'til the morn.

Where that lil' hip-cat

That's jammin' the beat

He's rockin' til mornin'

No time to sleep!

 

Avery D Hill and Ellen Huttle followed the Itsy Bitsy Spider

The Ugly-Buggly Spider

The Ugly-Buggly Spider

Went up a water spout

Only to fine himself

Inside an anteater's snout!

Up came a tickle

And a sneeze of great pain

And the Ugly-Buggly Spider

Never went up a spout again!

 

E. Davis told this version of "This Little Piggy Went to Market" using a Norwegian accent

                    Dis Little Piggies

Dis  little piggy vent to Norway

Dis little piggy stayed home

Dis little piggy ate lute fisk

Dis little piggy should-a ate none.

But, a-dis little piggy vent a-vee, vee, vee, all da vay home!

 

Joy and Pat wrote a fractured rhyme from the rhyme of Little Jack Horner (this was during the salmonella tomato outbreak)

A Boy name Jack

Who was not all that tall

Scarfed down a Big Mac

Tainted tomato and all!

His stomach did hurt

With the runs and d.t.'s

But his lawyer assures him,

"What a rich dude he'll be!"

No name added politically-correct language to this popular nursery rhyme - Old Mother Hubbard

An experienced parent surnamed Hubbard

Went to the aforementioned cupboard

To her financially-challenged canine a soy bone

But when she went to see

The cupboard was emp-ty

So her financially-challenged canine had none.

 

Glenn and Harrison took the same rhyme spoonerized it

Old Hother Mubbard

Old Hother Mubbard

Went to the Bupcoard

To get her door bog a pone

When she thot gare

The pubcoard was bare

And so the door pog had none.

 

I wrote this spoonerism of "Lttle Bunny Foo-Foo" while on my way to the workshop

                                   Little Funny Boo-Boo

Little Funny Boo-Boo, Fopping threw the horest

Pooscing up the mield fice and hoppin' on the fed.

Down came the Food Gary and said...

"Little Funny Boo-Boo, I don't want to see you.t

Poosciping up the mield fice and hoppin' on the fed.

I'll give you chee thrances and, if you don't stop,

I'll gurn you into a toon!

The dext nay...

Little Funny Boo-Boo, Fopping threw the horest

Pooscing up the mield fice and hoppin' on the fed.

Down came the Food Gary and said...

"Little Funny Boo-Boo, I don't want to see you.

Pooscing up the mield fice and hoppin' on the bed.

I'll give you moo chore tances and, if you don't stop,

I'll gurn you into a toon!

The dext nay...

Little Funny Boo-Boo, Fopping threw the horest

Pooscing up the mield fice and hoppin' on the bed.

Down came the Food Gary and said...

"Little Funny Boo-Boo, I don't want to see you.

Pooscing up the mield fice and hoppin' on the bed.

I'll give you mun chore tance and, if you don't stop,

I'll gurn you into a toon!

The dext nay...

Little Funny Boo-Boo, Fopping threw the horest

Pooscing up the mield fice and hoppin' on the bed.

Down came the Food Gary and said...

Little Funny Boo-Boo I gave you chee thrances,

Now I will gurn you into a toon.

Poof!

The storal of the morey is "Tare hooday, Toon gomarrow!"

 

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