Preamble

Come all nursery rhymers

Come take up your pen

No prizes are on offer

But topic is open

 

My entry it was crafted

In my nursery days

When I was trying to sort out

This po-e-tary haze

 

Mary and Jack

 

Mary Mary quite contrary

How does your garden grow?

If Little Jack Horner had stayed in his corner

My seeds'd be ready to sow

 

Young Jack he just got a bit frisky

He wanted to come after me

He trampled all over my garden

To get at my virginity

 

Young Jack I just gave a quick boot to

And told him to untrample my plot

I'm not sure quite yet 'bout my garden

But my purity I still have got

 

Don Matthews 2017

Poet in Training