NURSERY RHYMES

I came across these early excercises recently and thought someone might be
 interested in having a go at summat similar. They're hardly 'high art'
(none of my blogs could be mistaken for that), but a bit of fun, Have a go why don't you?
Let me see them?

FIDDLE-DE DEE

Hey diddle diddle

MP's on the fiddle

Their accountants are

over the moon

With questions for cash

No wonder they're flash

I hope I'm elected soon

DAFT MARY

Mary Mary quite contrary

D'you know why your garden won't grow?

Silver bells and cockle shells

Are just for the Chelsea Show

HUMP

ETT

Y

Humpty dumpty saton a wall

Should have checked with

Health and Safety first

Silly sod.

MARY who 

had a little lamb

With mint sauce for her tea

And then she watched the telly

With a tray upon her knee

I know, it was a long time ago, will try to do better next time

TONGUE TIED

Perhaps a love-sick accountant with speech difficulties would try to
express his feelings thus;-

        TONGUE TIED


If           I                    save       
all                     the      words
            that       leave              me
when                I see              you
           and       add    them   
to        those              that I   
shout                to                  the wind
I could  put      them              together
            and                make    a
kind                 of                  poem
which   may be          a way    to tell
you                  that               I care

IfallwhentoshoutIcouldkindwhichyou
Ithatandthoseputandmaybe
theleaveIseeaddtothemofthat
savewordsthemthatImakeaway
meyouthewindtogetherapoemtotellIcare                   

LOVE IN MANCHESTER

Have been having a bit of a rough time recently therefore no blogg-time but here's one I made earlier.
It's in strict French Rondel form writing which is a bit like doing a Xword puzzle but I'm not SO
ashamed of LOVE IN MANCHESTER, (perhaps you think I ought to be)

There should have been a rainbow when we met
and not just shitty rain that soaked our feet
and left us wondering why we said we'd meet
as the rain ran down our necks, ice cold, so wet

We didn't know then that we'd found love and yet
we stayed like fools in sodden Market Street
There should have been a rainbow when we met
and not just shitty rain that soaked our feet

The days we've had I know I'll not forget
and though our friendship had to be discreet
I still remember the times we used to meet
how good it was, but, parting now without regret
there must have been a rainbow when we met.