A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
Back in May, I posed the what if question . . . and one person applied it to the Peter picked a pint of pickled peppers tongue twister in an ingenious and humorous way. Which got me thinking of rifts on nursery rhymes and songs.
“Mary, Mary,” came to mind:
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow . . .
Mary Jane, quite legendary
for her hydroponic weed grow . . .
So, tale weavers, your assignment this week: take a nursery/Mother Goose rhyme, tongue twister or song, and give it a new spin. Modernize it, analyze it, hypo-theoreticalize it, satirize it, serialize it, fantasize it . . . then weave a tale around it.
Some potential topics that came to mind:
Little Jack Horner, sat in his corner . . .
Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet . . .
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall . . .
Hey diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle . . .
The owl and the pussy cat went to sea . . .
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck . . .
Suzy sells sea shells by the sea shore . . .
All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel . . .
Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy . . .
There was an old lady who swallowed a fly . . .
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