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Christopher - here's one just for you courtesy of my grandaughter aged 7! LOL Jack and Jill sitting in the tree K-i-s-s-i-n-g! First comes the love Then comes the marriage Then comes the baby in the baby carriage. And another from my Dad's repertoire:- Beans, beans, the musical fruit The more you eat, the more you toot The more you toot, the better you feel Beans are good for every meal. Beans, beans are good for your heart The more you eat, the more you f*rt The more you f*rt, the better you feel So let's have beans at every meal. Sue xx

Finally, before the nurses come and lock the doors for the night. Little Miss Muffet Sat on her tuffet (never been quite sure about a tuffet, I do have a few ideas but..Er is it a sort of Pouff.. any help would be appreciated) Sorry I digress Little Miss Muffet Sat on her tuffet Knickers all tattered and torn It wasn't the spider that sat down beside her but little boy blue and his horn. Good night, the medications beginning to work now.

My mother did not allow us to fart, even a 'pop' had to be done in the loo so her version of skinny malinky lang legs, once he arrived at the picture house was: Couldndny find a seat, When he found a seat He fell fast asleep Skinny malinky etc. I always liked Mary had a little lamb Her father shot it dead Now Mary takes the lamb to school between two bits of bread. And me a veggie!!

Jack and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water, Jill came down with half a crown, But it wasn't for fetching water... Mary had a little watch, She swallowed it one day, Now Mary's taking Beecham pills, To pass the time away!!!!!

I do believe, I do believe That bugs are bigger than fleas They play at football on the wall Wthout no referees. sung to me and my friend by her father in the 1940s while my dad was away at war. Her dad was my dad while mine was away. He was a lovely man.Elaine.

When i couldn't have all my own way and threw a strop, my Dad used to stick out a pet lip and recite: Nobody loves me. Everybody hates me SO I'm going into the garden to eat worms. Big hairy, furry ones. little juicy, wuicy ones and the tiny ones that hide under stones. Jay

Rosemary Booth A lady who's smooth That was fun can we do it again ?

2 of me nans best:- I had a sausage a bonney, bonney sausage and i put it in the oven for me tea i went down the cellar to get me umberella and the sausage ran after me and I went down the lane to buy a penny whistle a copper came alond and he took me penny whistle i asked im for it back but he said he hadnt got it oi oi curly wig you got it in ya pocket

These are a variation of two of the poems on here Dan Dan the dirty man. Washed his face in the frying pan. Combed his hair with a donkeys tail, And scratched his belly with his big toe nail You know lst night and the night before, There came three tomcats knocking at my door. One had a whistle one had a drum, T'other had a pancake stuck to his bum, Bren

a couple more, now my memory has been jogged - though these came from the playground, not granny Ann Ann come as quick as you can there's a fish that talks in the frying pan (i'm sure there was more but can't recall the rest) Twas in the month of Liverpool In the city of July The rain was snowing heavily and the streets were very dry The boy stood on the burning deck eating a threepenny Walls a piece of ice fell down his leg and paralysed his feet there were lots of variations on this, and the other old favourite Mary had a little lamb she also had a bear I've often seen her little lamb but I've never seen her bear

Just for you Christopher. If all the world was good and true, And in it there was just us two, And if you thought that no-one knew. Would you!!!!!

The spring is sprung the grass is riz I wonder where the birdie is the birds on the wing Now that's absurd the wing's on the bird. Georgie Porgie puddin and pie kissed the girls and made them cry when the boys came out to play he kissed them too he's funny that way.

The boy stood on the burning deck His fet were covered in blisters He split his trousers up the back And had to borrow his sisters The boy stood on the burning deck Picking his nose like mad He rolled it into little balls And flicked at his Dad As I walked up the wooden stair I saw a man who was'nt there He was'nt there again today I wish that man would go away

After our meals Gran used to say:- We'll thank the Lord for what we've had, If we had some more we would have been glad, But since the times have been so bad, We'll thank the Lord for what we've had!!!!

Rosemary Booth, you have started something, I can see you getting a mention on the Wogan Show. The boy and girl stood on the bridge her lips were all a quiver She gave a cough and her leg fell off and floated down the river.

What's your name? Mary Jane Where do you live? Down the grid What number? Cucumber Kathleen