Not all my ideas are fantastic… well… they are… you just don’t see how clever they are right away… but if at first I don’t succeed…
Here it is…
Rhyme Time #2…
Let’s improve on some classic Mother Goose…
Just come up with a better rhyme than the original, and I will type your contribution into the finished post when I pick the winners…
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Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle…
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Baah baah black sheep, have you any wool…
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As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives…
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Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John…
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Ding dong bell, Pussy’s in the well…
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Girls and boys, come out to play…
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Hickory dickory dock…
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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall…
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I had a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear…
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Jack and Jill went up the hill…
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Jack be nimble, Jack be quick…
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Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep…
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Little Jack Horner, sat in a corner…
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Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn…
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Little Miss Muffet, sat on a tuffet…
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Little Robin Redbreast, sat upon a rail…
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Mistress Mary, quite contrary…
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Old King Cole was a merry old soul…
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One, two, buckle my shoe…
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Pussy cat pussy cat, where have you been?…
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Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold…
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Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross…
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Okay, that ought to be enough to keep you busy for a while. I guess you can add as many lines as you want, but type in the one you are rhyming to so I know where it goes. And try not to change my blog rating from PG to XXX…
Pouring My Art Out 
Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold…
Please, please for the love all that is good, no more porridge until I’m old.
That sounds a lot like a lesson. Notice that this time nobody wanted to play. The last time I did this, it got crazy around here.
We bloggers are fickle. You never know when we will show up in force and when we, well, won’t.
My stats graph looks like a roller coaster.
Fun! You do that on purpose, right?
Not really.
No ideas on this.
You may check out charronschatter.com . She has a way with twisting words. She a wordsniper that one!
I might do that.
One two buckle my shoe
Three four the crapper’s behind the door
HA!!!
I think Andrew Dice Clay already did most of these.
Oh dang it.
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Steady on, old chap.
Unfortunately I can’t help be profane with a few of these…
But can you do it with class?
Hmm. In order to help preserve your PG rating I think I had better pass on this invitation. My mind, or whatever it is, seems insistent on off color rhymes today.
I had that problem last time I did something like this where I had people help me write a sci-fi story… things got a little out of hand…
Felt a sharp pain, oops! That was a nail.
Don’t forget to tell me which one it goes with…
Seriously..little robin readbreast sat upon a rail…felt a sharp pain, oops! That was a nail. Mkay? Just did it for fun…do not enter it, please…thank you.
But I like it… and nobody else wants to play…