The 2018 A to Z Challenge is over and I hope you had as much fun reading my posts as I did writing them. Thanks to all who checked out my blog and especially all those who took the time to comment. I wrote all my posts in advance so I’d have time to check out other blogs during the month, and I was able to visit almost all of them. So for my wrap up post, I’m linking to the most enjoyable post I found each day.
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If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;
Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;
Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;
Sneeze on a Thursday, something better.
Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;
Sneeze on a Saturday, joy to-morrow.
I’ve got nothing for Z. No lesson, no criticism, no praise, no disgust, no smirk. This is the only Mother Goose rhyme I could find with some Zs in it and it’s just nonsense. As I think all the best Mother Goose rhymes should be.
Verdict: Have fun with it! Continue reading →
Young Roger came tapping at Dolly’s window,
Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump!
He asked for admittance; she answered him “No!”
Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump!
“No, no, Roger, no! as you came you may go!”
Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump!
Now this is more like it. I don’t know what the relationship between Roger and Dolly is or was, but you can bet she won’t be letting him take her anywhere in a wheelbarrow or plastering his head with brown paper and then getting in trouble for it. You go, Dolly! Continue reading →
There dwelt an old woman at Exeter;
When visitors came it sore vexed her,
So for fear they should eat,
She locked up all her meat,
This stingy old woman of Exeter.
Some days, I can relate to this lady and just want to be left alone. Now, when I invite visitors that’s a different story. And I can’t relate to the whole stingy aspect of this rhyme. If she was such a stingy crank, who was going to visit her anyway? The rhyme makes the visitors sound like an ongoing problem, but I imagine after the poor treatment her visitors received once, they wouldn’t exactly be clamoring to go back. Welp, good luck lady. Sounds like you are going to die alone and miserable. Continue reading →
There was an old woman, and what do you think?
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink;
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,
And yet this old woman could never be quiet.
We’re nearing the end of the alphabet and finally we come to a good old obnoxious drunk. In this case, I kind of like that the subject is a woman. Too many women in these rhymes are meek and weak. Let’s have ourselves a ruddy-faced, sailor-mouthed, falling down, cackling old alcoholic hag for a change. Well, probably still not the best rhyme for children, but is it really any worse than the extremely popular ones that have girls who are afraid of spiders and must take the blame for their brothers and can be bought and sold? I think not!
Verdict: Can we turn this into a bar song to sing in unison next time we’re all drunk together? Continue reading →
Up hill and down dale,
Butter is made in every vale;
And if Nancy Cook
Is a good girl,
She shall have a spouse,
And make butter anon,
Before her old grandmother
Grows a young man.
If Nancy is a good girl, she’ll have a spouse. Oh Nancy, be bad. Be very, very bad. Or at least be who you are and don’t worry about social pressure to get married. Figure out how to differentiate your butter from everyone else’s, start a small business selling your artisanal butter, and support yourself without having to worry about a husband. Continue reading →
There was an old woman had three sons,
Jerry and James and John,
Jerry was hanged, James was drowned,
John was lost and never was found;
And there was an end of her three sons,
Jerry and James and John!
Well, that’s damn depressing. I think I have a pretty good idea why this one never made it into any of my children’s books. I guess this is reality for some families, but yikes, it’s a harsh tale for little ears. Continue reading →
Here’s Sulky Sue,
What shall we do?
Turn her face to the wall
Till she comes to.
Children (and adults) should be punished appropriately for their bad behavior. If this little girl was sulking around, I see nothing wrong with making her stand against the wall until she straightens herself. No one else should have to be around her if she’s acting like a brat. Finally Mother Goose acknowledges that some actions have consequences! Although it hasn’t gone unnoticed that the character in this rhyme is a girl…
Verdict: That old punishment of making a kid write something out 100 times? Make the especially bratty ones write this rhyme. Continue reading →
Robin and Richard were two pretty men,
They lay in bed till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,
“Oh, brother Richard, the sun’s very high!
You go before, with the bottle and bag,
And I will come after on little Jack Nag.”
After all the sludge we’ve gone through in this blog challenge, how refreshing to find a progressive nursery rhyme and finally be able to applaud Mother Goose. Of course, this rhyme never made it into my children’s books. You can bet that “brother” Richard is not Robin’s brother. And the “bottle and bag” seems like a bottle in a bag and these two lovers are about to engage in some day drinking. Sunday Funday!
Verdict: Write this rhyme on the outside of the next paper bag you use to bring your booze to the park and enjoy! Continue reading →