Nursery Rhymes And Fairy Tales Pt. 4

    When I told you that these could and would only get worse, I wasn’t kidding, and here is the proof. Remember, these are only for fun and they are not in any way intended to offend anyone. Please accept them for what they are, a bizarre look at what we have fed to our children for generations, with a twist.

I hope you can have some fun with it,

Jake.

Georgie Porgie man or beast?

Georgie Porgie man or beast?

The Alternative Lifestyle Of Georgie Porgie

There once was a lad

who was named Georgie Porgie,

who would have delighted

in having an orgy.

So he kissed all the girls

and then he kissed them again,

but soon got his butt kicked

by all the girl’s men.

*

So poor Georgie Porgie

ran quickly away,

seeking his pleasure

in some different way.

When he found an old barn

and fell quickly asleep,

but, he woke up beside

farmer Baba’s black sheep.

*

The moral of the story

is that there are none,

when a man on a mission

is looking for fun.

He’ll search for his pleasure

in both the high and the low,

and there are no restrictions

on how far he will go.

 ***

Jack Downing

Sept. 2013

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2 Responses to Nursery Rhymes And Fairy Tales Pt. 4

  1. fairy tales – Feb 15, 2011 see post Jack and Beanstalk

    • The questions you raised in your Feb. 15, 2011 posting are all valid, and I think I may have an answer for some of them here. The following is a preview of a future post from the Nursery Rhymes And Fairy Tales category which is for your eyes only.. But may hold the secret to it all. Enjoy! Jake.

      *Crack And The Beanstalk*

      *There once was a fellow*

      *whose name it was Jack*

      *who traded a milk cow*

      *for some seeds in a sack.*

      *Convinced they were magic*

      *and would riches, bring back.*

      *But for the fool to believe that*

      *he must have smoked crack!*

      *But as he drifted towards madness*

      *he climbed up that great vine*

      *he was dreaming of a white goose*

      *with eggs golden and fine.*

      *But then avarice invaded*

      *and this thought crossed his mind.*

      *Why take an egg, when the goose,*

      *can be mine?*

      *But with a Fee and a fie*

      *and a fee, fie, foe, fum*

      *the giant awakened,*

      *and knew a stranger had come.*

      *Though the giant was big*

      *he was surely not dumb,*

      *and went straight for the beanstalk*

      *with a bottle of rum.*

      *Where he would sit and he’d wait*

      *for young Jack to appear,*

      *while sniffing the air *

      *for a sign he was near.*

      *So he drank and he drank*

      *and he thought with a sneer*

      *I’ll take back my goose*

      *and then kick his young rear.*

      *Well, when Jack saw the giant*

      *and he ran with great speed,*

      *but, to get to the vine*

      *great luck he would need.*

      *But he wouldn’t let loose *

      *of the goose or his greed.*

      *But he swore off the crack, *

      *and now he’d only smoke weed.*

      *Now some say the story*

      *has him chopping it down *

      *while the giant comes tumbling,*

      *dead, to the ground.*

      *But the fact of the matter*

      *though, no proof can be found,*

      *is Jack woke up in bed*

      *with his head spinning round.*

      *Where he hadn’t a goose*

      *nor eggs made of gold,*

      *and the cow in the barn*

      *had not been traded or sold.*

      *But from the sweat he was bathed in*

      *a new Jack would unfold.*

      *For now the grip of the crack pipe*

      *had let go of its hold.*

      *Jack Downing*

      *Aug. 2013*

      Copyright Jack Downing, aka Jake @poemsandponderings.wordpress.com. All rights reserved. Contents may not be reprinted or disseminated in any manner without the expressed written consent of the author. JRD.

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