Poetry competition CLOSED 15th April 2013 9:44am
WINNER
gorryone810
gorryone810
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and Kou_Indigo
One, two, buckle my shoe
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Incorporate a childrens nursery rhyme into a poem
Incorporate a childrens nursery rhyme into a poem. Present this however you would like - frightening, happy, scared, dreamy etc
You have two weeks.
Rules
1. New poems only
2. Poems or prose are accepted, collabs allowed
3. No word count
4. One entry per person, please
5. Poem must contain at least one line from a nursery rhyme to qualify
6. Entries should be titled
Good luck
You have two weeks.
Rules
1. New poems only
2. Poems or prose are accepted, collabs allowed
3. No word count
4. One entry per person, please
5. Poem must contain at least one line from a nursery rhyme to qualify
6. Entries should be titled
Good luck
Anonymous
fun idea Missy, I'll be back :-)
Anonymous
HUSH LITTLE BABY
Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Papa’s not around to buy you a mockingbird
Papa never bought me a diamond ring
We never married, you poor thing
Papa got a job and he worked hard
Paid nearly nothing, we nearly starved
Hush little baby, don’t you cry
I brought you to work, so you would not die
Papa went out to get us some food
Been gone so long, and we do not have fuel
Hush little baby, here is some milk
Please try to sleep, while I work a bit
Oh dear, my glasses broke
Cannot do sewing for the fine lady I know
Here comes Papa, he looks so down
Carrying that bag, now he got sick
Looks like Papa lost a job again
He loves you so much, he is crying
Doesn’t matter whether we are up or down
You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town!
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THE ORIGINAL NURSERY RHYME
Hush, Little Baby
The Mockingbird Song (traditional, probably 18th century)
Hush little baby, don’t say a word,
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird won’t sing,
Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring turns to brass,
Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glass.
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa’s gonna buy you a billy goat.
And if that billy goat won’t pull,
Papa’s gonna buy you a cart and bull.
And if that cart and bull turn over,
Papa’s gonna buy you a dog named Rover.
And if that dog named Rover won’t bark,
Papa’s gonna buy you a horse and cart.
And if that horse and cart fall down,
You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town!
http://poetry.about.com/od/poems/l/blmockingbird.htm
Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Papa’s not around to buy you a mockingbird
Papa never bought me a diamond ring
We never married, you poor thing
Papa got a job and he worked hard
Paid nearly nothing, we nearly starved
Hush little baby, don’t you cry
I brought you to work, so you would not die
Papa went out to get us some food
Been gone so long, and we do not have fuel
Hush little baby, here is some milk
Please try to sleep, while I work a bit
Oh dear, my glasses broke
Cannot do sewing for the fine lady I know
Here comes Papa, he looks so down
Carrying that bag, now he got sick
Looks like Papa lost a job again
He loves you so much, he is crying
Doesn’t matter whether we are up or down
You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town!
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THE ORIGINAL NURSERY RHYME
Hush, Little Baby
The Mockingbird Song (traditional, probably 18th century)
Hush little baby, don’t say a word,
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird won’t sing,
Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring turns to brass,
Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glass.
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa’s gonna buy you a billy goat.
And if that billy goat won’t pull,
Papa’s gonna buy you a cart and bull.
And if that cart and bull turn over,
Papa’s gonna buy you a dog named Rover.
And if that dog named Rover won’t bark,
Papa’s gonna buy you a horse and cart.
And if that horse and cart fall down,
You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town!
http://poetry.about.com/od/poems/l/blmockingbird.htm
Evil Little Piggy
This little piggy went to the market
This little piggy stayed home
Because the other little piggy was evil
And rather quite out of his dome!
This little piggy ate roast beef
Or least that's what he had thought...
That evil little pig had killed the second
And put him in the fridge,
What a shock!
Now I'm sure you've all heard
About the "wee wee" all the way home.
But that last little piggy never made it out
Now the evil one is all alone.
This little piggy went to the market
This little piggy stayed home
Because the other little piggy was evil
And rather quite out of his dome!
This little piggy ate roast beef
Or least that's what he had thought...
That evil little pig had killed the second
And put him in the fridge,
What a shock!
Now I'm sure you've all heard
About the "wee wee" all the way home.
But that last little piggy never made it out
Now the evil one is all alone.
Anonymous
Old King Cole
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry young wife had he
While he called for his pipe in the middle of the night
She called for his fiddlers three
These weren’t archers but they had long bows
Ready to split her like an oak tree
King Cole never knew the tune she blew
The night Ms. Cole shared his fiddlers three
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry young wife had he
While he called for his pipe in the middle of the night
She called for his fiddlers three
These weren’t archers but they had long bows
Ready to split her like an oak tree
King Cole never knew the tune she blew
The night Ms. Cole shared his fiddlers three
Anonymous
Mishy Fishy dropped a cup of tea
Mishy Fishy's drink fell into the sea
And all the sea horses and all the sea men
Could not bring it back up to land again.
Mishy Fishy's drink fell into the sea
And all the sea horses and all the sea men
Could not bring it back up to land again.
Anonymous
Jack (& Jill ?) Spratt
Jack Sprat could eat no fat
claimed he was too bloody good for that
His poor wife Jill could eat no lean
wouldn't take from him
If you know what I mean
Each night at the table
same scene every time
Jill eats the crap
and jack gets the prime
She scoffs it with gusto
because she's on his team
Her heart's gonna burst
but the platter is clean
Jack Sprat could eat no fat
claimed he was too bloody good for that
His poor wife Jill could eat no lean
wouldn't take from him
If you know what I mean
Each night at the table
same scene every time
Jill eats the crap
and jack gets the prime
She scoffs it with gusto
because she's on his team
Her heart's gonna burst
but the platter is clean
- Bloody Mary, Quite Contrary -
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does thy garden grow so very high?
A moment ago it was bleak and desolate, a place fit only for the dead…
But Mary, dear Mary, thou hast an evil streak that no man many deny!
And now thy garden hath become a place of terror, horror, and dread.
Oh Bloody Mary, oh Bloody Mary, thou hast been contrary too long…
And now, the ravens gather, to feast upon the blood; the winds hasten!
Soon all that will be left is some lost child’s most fevered nursery song.
But none will remember thee, or of thy terrifying tale, attempt to listen!
Oh, what shall become of thee! Oh, what shall become of thee!
Oh Bloody Mary, oh Bloody Mary, why art thou always so contrary?
Mayhap it has something to do with how thy garden doth now grow!
With hanging silver bells strapped to all the screaming children’s shells,
As the twisted living vines ever entwine their quivering flesh all in a row.
Oh, what shall become of thee! Oh, what shall become of thee!
Oh Mistress Mary, oh Mistress Mary, queen of harlots so contrary…
I wish I had not seen, that horrible way thy garden doth forever grow!
Things spawned from the hells tend it in ways that no mortal soul tells,
And so thy evil scarlet garden grows, and so thy scarlet garden grows.
Oh Mary, what hast thou done? Oh Mary, what hast thou done?
Oh Mother Mary, oh Mother Mary, no virgin or Madonna is that one,
But another Mary, another Mary! Oh how vile her garden doth grow!
Like rotting flesh it smells, and oft of brimstone that no ice ever quells,
That is why they burned her, where witches’ stakes blazed all in a row.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, now thy garden can no longer grow at all,
For thy ashes are scattered upon the winds of the surrounding lands…
And the vines thou didst grow grew to form a high, impenetrable wall!
Beyond it, the desolation has returned, reduced to hot, burning sands.
Oh Bloody Mary, oh Bloody Mary, thou art not contrary any more…
As the ghosts of the children who played in thy garden wail most shrill!
The place where they burned thee is forsaken, with darkness in store,
And, no one but the dead remember thee, when the wind blows chill!
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does thy garden grow so very high?
A moment ago it was bleak and desolate, a place fit only for the dead…
But Mary, dear Mary, thou hast an evil streak that no man many deny!
And now thy garden hath become a place of terror, horror, and dread.
Oh Bloody Mary, oh Bloody Mary, thou hast been contrary too long…
And now, the ravens gather, to feast upon the blood; the winds hasten!
Soon all that will be left is some lost child’s most fevered nursery song.
But none will remember thee, or of thy terrifying tale, attempt to listen!
Oh, what shall become of thee! Oh, what shall become of thee!
Oh Bloody Mary, oh Bloody Mary, why art thou always so contrary?
Mayhap it has something to do with how thy garden doth now grow!
With hanging silver bells strapped to all the screaming children’s shells,
As the twisted living vines ever entwine their quivering flesh all in a row.
Oh, what shall become of thee! Oh, what shall become of thee!
Oh Mistress Mary, oh Mistress Mary, queen of harlots so contrary…
I wish I had not seen, that horrible way thy garden doth forever grow!
Things spawned from the hells tend it in ways that no mortal soul tells,
And so thy evil scarlet garden grows, and so thy scarlet garden grows.
Oh Mary, what hast thou done? Oh Mary, what hast thou done?
Oh Mother Mary, oh Mother Mary, no virgin or Madonna is that one,
But another Mary, another Mary! Oh how vile her garden doth grow!
Like rotting flesh it smells, and oft of brimstone that no ice ever quells,
That is why they burned her, where witches’ stakes blazed all in a row.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, now thy garden can no longer grow at all,
For thy ashes are scattered upon the winds of the surrounding lands…
And the vines thou didst grow grew to form a high, impenetrable wall!
Beyond it, the desolation has returned, reduced to hot, burning sands.
Oh Bloody Mary, oh Bloody Mary, thou art not contrary any more…
As the ghosts of the children who played in thy garden wail most shrill!
The place where they burned thee is forsaken, with darkness in store,
And, no one but the dead remember thee, when the wind blows chill!
Still standing there
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
Why are you standing there
Do you have nowhere to go
Yesterday’s gone
There is only tomorrow
Your knight in shining armour
Has yet to make a show
How does your garden grow?
Not that it matters
They are just empty furrows
Grey dead plants all over
You forgot them all
Just pining for the one
Who will come and rescue you
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
Your prince charming will come
But I don’t think he’ll show
He is too busy sowing
His wild oats
with those ready and willing
the pretty maids all in a row.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
Why are you standing there
Do you have nowhere to go
Yesterday’s gone
There is only tomorrow
Your knight in shining armour
Has yet to make a show
How does your garden grow?
Not that it matters
They are just empty furrows
Grey dead plants all over
You forgot them all
Just pining for the one
Who will come and rescue you
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
Your prince charming will come
But I don’t think he’ll show
He is too busy sowing
His wild oats
with those ready and willing
the pretty maids all in a row.
A possible continuation for "teddy bear"...
Sleep my dear, sleep my dear,
never give up to your fear,
close your eyes and sleep away
and wake up to another day.
In the night you're not alone,
I will watch you from above,
and all your nightmares I will fight.
The monsters you meet,
the people who treat
you bad and hurt your little heart.
Don't wake up and cry,
in your dreams you won't die,
you just sleep, I'll do my part.
Sleep my dear, sleep my dear,
never give up to your fear,
close your eyes and sleep away
and wake up to another day.
Your head on your pillow,
swept in on a billow
to the silent sea of the night.
You sit on your boat,
or walk down a road,
or you fly through the air.
You lie in your bed,
guarded by your pet,
so you won't even shed a tear.
Sleep my dear, sleep my dear,
when you wake up, I'll be your teddy bear.
Sleep my dear, sleep my dear,
never give up to your fear,
close your eyes and sleep away
and wake up to another day.
In the night you're not alone,
I will watch you from above,
and all your nightmares I will fight.
The monsters you meet,
the people who treat
you bad and hurt your little heart.
Don't wake up and cry,
in your dreams you won't die,
you just sleep, I'll do my part.
Sleep my dear, sleep my dear,
never give up to your fear,
close your eyes and sleep away
and wake up to another day.
Your head on your pillow,
swept in on a billow
to the silent sea of the night.
You sit on your boat,
or walk down a road,
or you fly through the air.
You lie in your bed,
guarded by your pet,
so you won't even shed a tear.
Sleep my dear, sleep my dear,
when you wake up, I'll be your teddy bear.
http://sr.photos1.fotosearch.com/bthumb/CSP/CSP992/k12320201.jpg
Ding Dong Bell
Ding Dong Bell
Found a body in the well
Ding Dong Bell
The ungodly smell
Ding Dong Bell
No way she could have fell
Ding Dong Bell
Dad said not to tell
Ding Dong Bell
Daddy's going to hell.
Ding Dong Bell
Ding Dong Bell
Found a body in the well
Ding Dong Bell
The ungodly smell
Ding Dong Bell
No way she could have fell
Ding Dong Bell
Dad said not to tell
Ding Dong Bell
Daddy's going to hell.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall;
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses
And all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again!
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Miss Humpty Dumpty
My friend Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
she wished to be this person that was loved by all
but the cruel people saw her as a threat
so they mocked her
then pushed her to her death
and when her true love arrived
and noticed her demise
he cried
then he regained his pride
Turning to the killers he said
you can't take this back
let your murderous hands
hold you through the these long lonely nights
for in this day we good people see
you killed a beauty over pure jealousy
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses
And all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again!
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Miss Humpty Dumpty
My friend Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
she wished to be this person that was loved by all
but the cruel people saw her as a threat
so they mocked her
then pushed her to her death
and when her true love arrived
and noticed her demise
he cried
then he regained his pride
Turning to the killers he said
you can't take this back
let your murderous hands
hold you through the these long lonely nights
for in this day we good people see
you killed a beauty over pure jealousy
