she had so many children, she didn’t know what to do!
she gave them some broth, without any bread
she spanked them all soundly, and sent them to bed. . .
"this ryhme refers to King George who began the fashion of wearing white powdered wigs and was consequently referred to as the old woman! the children were the members of parliament, the bed the Houses of Parliament, which he required them to have sessions in; even today the term 'whip' is used in the English Parliament to describe an MP who is tasked to ensure that all members 'toe the party line'"
well there you go! but I don't do politics (here) so we'll move swiftly on. . .
I don't know why she swallowed a fly - perhaps she'll die
there was an old lady who swallowed a spider
that wriggled and wiggled and tiggled inside her
she swallowed the spider to catch the fly
I don't know why she swallowed a fly
perhaps she'll die. . .
"nonsense nursery rhymes aid memory retention - this one has no basis in history - but just watch a child's face the first time the rhyme is repeated to them! sheer delight in what is happening - the imagery paints a very strong picture which stimulates the imagination, whilst clarifying the relative size and order of all of the animals mentioned; the words become more incredulous as they progress and there is almost a sense of relief and also astonishment at the abrupt ending of the tale!"
it was a bit long, so I've spared you the whole story - but what were the old men up to, one wonders?
he found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile
he bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse
and they all lived together in a little crooked house
"this poem originates from the English Stuart history of King Charles 1: the crooked man is reputed to be the Scottish General Sir Alexander Leslie; the General signed a Covenant securing religious and political freedom for Scotland; the 'crooked stile' is the border between England and Scotland, the 'crooked house' refers to the fact that the English and Scots had at last come to an agreement: the words reflect the times when there was great animosity between the English and the Scots"
ah! more politics - now there's a surprise
I used to like the idea of a crooked six-pence. . .
my father used to collect sixpences (pre 1969, I think was the date). . . he had jars and jars of them (hidden in the food cupboards, to confuse the burglars) - he collected them because the amount of silver in a pre-1969 sixpence was worth more than six-pence itself, and I suppose he envisaged that one day he'd trade them in and make some money. . .
. . .the thing about my father was that he collected lots of things, because "one day" they'd be worth money - but he never traded anything in: his rainy day came and went and he still never cashed in his savings or traded in his collections
I never understood that
when we were little, my brothers and I had toys which we weren't allowed to play with - they had to stay in the original boxes on a shelf, because one day - in mint condition - they'd be worth a lot of money
I nicked some of these toys a long long time ago, so my children could play with the things I wasn't allowed to - and, true to his dread, the toys all ended up broken or lost. . .
. . .but at least, I thought, at least someone had finally enjoyed playing with them
life's strange, eh
have a good day today
play with your toys
don't worry it they break