Friday's impossible rhymes, six lines of six.

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161. Those little songs from childhood,

The ones that are kept in our brains

Like the three men in the rain

In Gloucester? Not here, that is understood

In England, far so far away

I just may go there one day?

162 Now Alice knew about Humpty Dumpty

That egg, who sat and tumbled down

From that high wall, silly Humpty

And that song still rings in my own

Mind, with hidden messages between the lines

One for the child to relate the other for yours’ and mine

163  Now see Tweeddale Dumb and Tweeddale Dee

Didn’t just happen to be, those two twins

Speaking for one and then finishing with the other

Two minds in one are Dumb and Dee

Rhymes that just stay, and give us grins

 Singing and ringing with a voice of Mother

(Oh how very clever, and now we suffer.

No don’t tell me that is just a conspiracy?)

164 The number four without fail

Stops me in my tracks, like it wishes

To never happen, to never be writ

What is with it? That blink, that blank

Tell me inner nonsense why is it?

That this one, I seem to fall totally Flat….?

(Impossible fourth, poem of six lines of six

Give me a kick so I can do number five.)

165  Twinkle twinkle little star,

Did you know, that

Mozart wrote this while very small

The child who was to become

The composer of so many tunes, then you fell

So today we hum your music to ads.

(Now that is something to be so proud of,

Commercialize all dead musicians’ lives, to be desensitized.)

166 Now the thing that sticks is six

And those numbers one through to ten

One two buckle my shoe,

And so on we go to the end

Just so we can begin again

Back to that buckle on the shoe

(So there you have Friday’s six of six

I hope Alice is happy with it, because

Wonderland wouldn’t be

Without these infantile rhymes, and ditties

And All I can say to that so be it.

One two pick up sticks three, four

now no more, just knock at that door,

Alice you do have the key, oh how clever.)

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