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zakur
23rd September 2003, 03:30 PM
By Michael Powell, author of 100 Pretentious Nursery Rhymes (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1853754870/).

I am a vessel specifically designed
For the calefaction of tea leaves and water combined.
I am of diminutive dimension:
A corpulent invention.
Observe the place where your hand is supposed to go.
Observe the outlet where the drink is supposed to flow.
When my temperature is high,
Ebullition will make me cry.
You must leverage
To release the beverage.

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Little Bo-Peep has demonstrably failed in her mission
To maintain a group of ruminant mammals under close supervision.
At home the animals will happily appear,
So long as Bo-Peep doesn't interfere.

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After chemical analysis data was compiled,
Regarding the constituents of a male child:
A posterior canine appendage, gastropods
And various other odds and sods.

After similar chemical analysis data was compiled,
Regarding the constituent components of a female child:
Pungent aromatic plant matter and a water-soluble crystalline saccharide,
And everything agreeable was detected inside.

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Using a tool with a heavy-headed blade mounted crosswise on a shaft of wood,
Lizzie Borden violently inveighed against motherhood.
Then fully cognisant of her actions, this delinquent daughter
Indulged in further parental slaughter.

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I read these to my kids every night. ;)

arcticpenguin
23rd September 2003, 04:20 PM
Originally posted by zakur

After chemical analysis data was compiled,

Not only pretentious, but gramatically incorrect!
Data are plural.

coalesce
23rd September 2003, 07:00 PM
How, then, would you explain the relationship between Little Boy Blue and the money he needed?

Michael

Yahweh
23rd September 2003, 09:31 PM
Originally posted by zakur
I read these to my kids every night. ;)
In any other instance, I'd call you a SICK SICK NAUGHTY SADISTIC PERSON, but anything beats the Hell out of Bible (have you considered Maxim Magazine?)...

Brown
23rd September 2003, 10:21 PM
Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig and away he run.
(With no demand for pipers' revel,
Tom's dad's 'neath the poverty level.)
The stolen pork was to be eat,
But cops nabbed Tom while on their beat.
Now Tom's in jail 'til he's ninety-nine,
His third strike was a purloined swine.