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Written 01/16/2012


Submitted:Jan 16, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


Hey Mrs. Dumpty, I remember the day

that your husband had his great fall

I was at the castle, and without to much hassle

I attended the policeman's ball.

I went to ask all over town

to see if anybody knows

Who shoved your husband around

to his death, way down below.

The baker who lives across the street

this is what he said

He wasn't all that he was cracked up to be

I wouldn't put him in my bread.

I told him not to make a joke

about the great egg

But somebody broke his yoke

and he wasn't pulling my leg.

All the kings horses, and all the kings men

searched the kingdom to not

I overheard one of them say

that the great egg's going to rot.

So Mrs. Dumpty, do you remember the day

that your husband had his great fall

You bumped him at the castle, and without to much hassle

He fell right down off the wall.

You sought to roll out of town

but you rolled out way to slow

You shoved your husband around

to his death, way down below.





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