One Day, In The Middle Of The Night

chenheart

My mom taught me this poem when I was maybe 5 yrs old... I never forgot it! It always made me laugh at her~ and it also made me wonder about things. And 54 years later, I still am full of wonderment.
Thanks, Mom! LOL

One Day, in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came and killed those two dead boys.

Hmmmmmmm....... I know it means something that I remember that poem, but not what where I put my cell phone!!!

Hugs,
Claudia

taleena

ROFLMAO.... OH MY CLAUDIA
What type of sence of humor did your mother have... that is too funny... I'm sure it made you laugh... a little off the normal beet of a nursery rhyme... I had to read it to my 21 year old daughter twice before she caught the irony to it... too funny..

Bless our dear mothers...

Hugs,

~T

Christmas Girl

Dear Kindred Spirit...
I believe this little ditty explains just where the seeds for at least some of your own exquisitely creative talent with words might have sprouted!

Kind regards, 12/25

chenheart

Christmas Girl said:

Dear Kindred Spirit...
I believe this little ditty explains just where the seeds for at least some of your own exquisitely creative talent with words might have sprouted!

Kind regards, 12/25

Curiouser and Curiouser..Alice Through The Looking Glass
Wow~ wouldn't it be just too odd if my mom made up that poem!? And all this time, being as my father was the feature editor for Look Magazine, as well as Newsweek, and a 20 year writer/editor for the illustrious military newspaper The Stars and Stripes, I thought my "talent" with words, such as it is, came from HIM!

Hugs,
Claudia

lynn1950

How about, from my grandfather (a loving "Papa"), when I was little:

The boys stood on the burning deck;
Their feet were full of blisters;
They didn't have any overshoes;
So they wore their sisters'.

Or from my grandmother (a loving "Mom"):
"Mother, may I go out to swim?"
"Yes, my darling daughter;

"But hang your clothes on a hickory limb,
And don't go near the water."

Then my grandmother told me that hickory trees don't grow near water and I have never checked that fact out; I choose to believe her to this day, more than 50 years later.:)

Thanks for stirring up old memories. My grandmother had so many poems, especially from Robert Louis Stevenson's "Little Orphan Annie" and she would hiss: "The goblins will getcha if you don't watch out!" and my sister and I would get the shivers. Part of the poem goes:

LITTLE Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;
An' all us other children, when the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!



My sister and I spent a lot of time with our grandparents and my grandmother loved to read and was a genius with numbers. I did not get her numbers genes, but I do love books.
Thanks Mom and Papa.

cats_toy

thanks Claudia
I love it, and it reminded me of the little ditty my mom would sing to us. anyone remember

Mairsey Doats?

=^..^=

tasha_111

cats_toy said:

thanks Claudia
I love it, and it reminded me of the little ditty my mom would sing to us. anyone remember

Mairsey Doats?

=^..^=

I WORRY...........
I worry about you.........

It's maybe because I am also crazy......

The boy stood on the Burning deck
Picking his Nose like mad
He rolled them into litle balls
and flicked them at his Dad........

Hugs you Daft Sods.....LOVE YOU ALL! Jxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Bev1969

lynn1950 said:

How about, from my grandfather (a loving "Papa"), when I was little:

The boys stood on the burning deck;
Their feet were full of blisters;
They didn't have any overshoes;
So they wore their sisters'.

Or from my grandmother (a loving "Mom"):
"Mother, may I go out to swim?"
"Yes, my darling daughter;

"But hang your clothes on a hickory limb,
And don't go near the water."

Then my grandmother told me that hickory trees don't grow near water and I have never checked that fact out; I choose to believe her to this day, more than 50 years later.:)

Thanks for stirring up old memories. My grandmother had so many poems, especially from Robert Louis Stevenson's "Little Orphan Annie" and she would hiss: "The goblins will getcha if you don't watch out!" and my sister and I would get the shivers. Part of the poem goes:

LITTLE Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;
An' all us other children, when the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!



My sister and I spent a lot of time with our grandparents and my grandmother loved to read and was a genius with numbers. I did not get her numbers genes, but I do love books.
Thanks Mom and Papa.

I remember Little Orphant
I remember Little Orphant Annie also, but Robert Louis Stevenson didn't write it. James Whitcomb Riley was the author.

Jadie

tasha_111 said:

I WORRY...........
I worry about you.........

It's maybe because I am also crazy......

The boy stood on the Burning deck
Picking his Nose like mad
He rolled them into litle balls
and flicked them at his Dad........

Hugs you Daft Sods.....LOVE YOU ALL! Jxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Tash you Daft Sod
What would we do without you?

lynn1950

Bev1969 said:

I remember Little Orphant
I remember Little Orphant Annie also, but Robert Louis Stevenson didn't write it. James Whitcomb Riley was the author.

You are so right.
I thought it was in the book with the giant on the from cover by RLS, but I don't remember the James Whitcomb Riley book, so maybe my grandmother had that one memorized, too.

rjjj

chenheart said:

Curiouser and Curiouser..Alice Through The Looking Glass
Wow~ wouldn't it be just too odd if my mom made up that poem!? And all this time, being as my father was the feature editor for Look Magazine, as well as Newsweek, and a 20 year writer/editor for the illustrious military newspaper The Stars and Stripes, I thought my "talent" with words, such as it is, came from HIM!

Hugs,
Claudia

Claudia
my mom also taught us this little poem, never quite knew what it meant, but my sister and i repeated it quite often when we were little. Maybe she got it from your mom, lol!

You DO! have a talent for words and whoever you got it from...i'm glad you got it. You have lifted my spirits with your words many many times.

Hope you feeling better, and enjoy the relay!

hugs, jackie

chenheart

cats_toy said:

thanks Claudia
I love it, and it reminded me of the little ditty my mom would sing to us. anyone remember

Mairsey Doats?

=^..^=

Of course I remember that one!!
Mairzey Doats and Dozey Doats an Little Lamzie-Divey
A Kiddley Divey too,wouldn't you???

dmc_emmy

tasha_111 said:

I WORRY...........
I worry about you.........

It's maybe because I am also crazy......

The boy stood on the Burning deck
Picking his Nose like mad
He rolled them into litle balls
and flicked them at his Dad........

Hugs you Daft Sods.....LOVE YOU ALL! Jxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Tasha-may I change the wording a bit?
The "girl" stood...

You are a hoot! I needed this one.
dmc

dmc_emmy

chenheart said:

Of course I remember that one!!
Mairzey Doats and Dozey Doats an Little Lamzie-Divey
A Kiddley Divey too,wouldn't you???

Grandmothers and their rhymes
My grandmother would clasp her fingers, with her fingers next to her palms and say:
Here's the church
Here's the steeple (bringing her index fingers straight up, touching the fingertips)
Open the door (move her thumbs apart)
And see all the people (and wiggle all her fingers)

Then she would clasp her fingers together, as if she were praying, with her fingers on the outside and repeat the poem. Only this time, she would say:

...Open the door
Where are all the people!

She would laugh so hard that her false teeth nearly fell out. It didn't matter how often she told me that poem, I always laughed. I think because I loved to hear her laugh.

Wow! I haven't thought about that poem for many years. Thank you for bringing back the memory.
dmc

cats_toy

chenheart said:

Of course I remember that one!!
Mairzey Doats and Dozey Doats an Little Lamzie-Divey
A Kiddley Divey too,wouldn't you???

I knew you would....
had not doubt, loved it as a kid, think I like yours even more though, my warped side is attracted to it. Thanks again for sharing.

=^..^=

cats_toy

tasha_111 said:

I WORRY...........
I worry about you.........

It's maybe because I am also crazy......

The boy stood on the Burning deck
Picking his Nose like mad
He rolled them into litle balls
and flicked them at his Dad........

Hugs you Daft Sods.....LOVE YOU ALL! Jxxxxxxxxxxxxx

who are you worrying about Tash?
how about this one...

when your kissin with your honey
and your nose is kinda runny
and you think it's kinda funny
but it's snot!

he he

=^..^=

tgf

cats_toy said:

I knew you would....
had not doubt, loved it as a kid, think I like yours even more though, my warped side is attracted to it. Thanks again for sharing.

=^..^=

I'm jealous!
I am soooooo jealous ... that so many of you can remember those sayings from years ago ... and I can't remember how to boil water!

hugs.
teena

tasha_111

tgf said:

I'm jealous!
I am soooooo jealous ... that so many of you can remember those sayings from years ago ... and I can't remember how to boil water!

hugs.
teena

Oh No!
As I stood on the bridge at night
my legs went all a-quiver
I gave a cough
Me leg dropped off
and floated down the river....

jxxx