THE MODERN MOTHER GOOSE – MS.GOOSE (SINGLE PARENT)
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How do your verges grow?
With old tin cans
And rusting vans
And fag packets all in as row.
Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
Eating his soya-meat pie.
He found ‘tween his teeth
A piece of real meat
And said “What a lucky boy am I”
Curly-locks, Curly-locks wilt thou be mine?
Thou shall not dishes,
Nor yet feed the swine.
But sit on a cushion
And sew a fine seam
And feed upon strawberries, sugar and cream.
Thank you kind sir - I can
never be thine,
I have a dish-washer and I
love little swine.
I don’t like fine sewing –
it bores me to tears,
I’m allergic to
strawberries, haven’t eaten one for years.
Sugar is fattening, cream
cloying and thick
So high in cholesterol it makes
me feel sick;
Sitting still is bad, it
makes your blood clot
I’m honoured by your offer
Sir – but accept it I cannot.
March 1982
