Sing a song of ninepence,
we’re all going to die
Mummy caught the budgerigar
and baked it in a pie.
Whilst the pie was cooking,
she made the kitchen clean
and served it up for dinner
with custard and ice cream.
Dad was in the garden shed
Sharpening his tools
The kids were in the bedroom
Polishing their shoes.
The cat was in the dining room
and stealthily- I kid you not
Upon the table it did leap
and stole the blooming lot.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
So for d’verse poetics we were challenged to write a Kafka-esque children’s rhyme????? Oh my.
I chose this phrase for inspiration-
I am a cage, in search of a bird