- a black laborador in the park with three legs
- a man on crutches with one leg
(I'm imagining this like that rhyme my mother used to tell us - as I was going to St Ives, I met a man with seven wives, seven wives had seven somethings ... how many were going to St Ives - clearly I can't remember all the words).
As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives,
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Each cat had seven kits: kits, cats, sacks and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
I prefer this rhyme as it is creepy....
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I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away...
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!)
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away
One more for Harriet
ReplyDeleteI like this one too as it reminds me of politicians...
There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse.
And they all lived together in a little crooked house
Great memory jog - mum used to say all those to me I'd forgotten!!
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