Loco's Children's Rhymes Trilogy
maggie maggot
Maggie Maggot
was inching 'cross the blade
Miss Maggie Maggot
was searching for some shade
Tony Thrush, trashy & sleek,
snapped her with his yellow beak
Miss Maggie Maggot met her end,
life had not a second more to lend
harry the cat
Old Harry the Cat stooped and coughed,
but he should never have left his loft
Yannis the Fox sported lethal jaws;
behind the barn: no rules, no laws
Old Harry was torn in two equal halfs;
behind the barn: Yannis' hysterical laughs
mother goose
Mother Goose was deeply religious and all,
she heeded from above her goose god's call
When the hunter closed in she should have flown,
but she remained to defecate on the lawn
The hunter was hired by the estate,
and shot Mother Goose to seal her fate
No more shitting on the estate's crew cut grass,
perchance up in heaven you'd spot Mother Goose's ass
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2025-08-16 at 09:14
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