miss mary mack mack mack (ha ha) all dressed in black black black with silver buttons buttons buttons all down her back back back she asked her mother 2x (shit, typing this out is too long) for fifteen cents 2x to see the elephants 2x jump over the fence 2x they jumped so high 2x they touched the sky 2x and they never came back 2x till the fourth of july -ly -ly
and i think there was something about eating a pie with a fork and a knife.. but i couldnt' be too sure.
then there was that hand game in a cirle, slapping each others hands, whittling down to the last two players..
down by the banks of the hanky panky where the bullfrongs jump from bank to bank, they say eesh, meesh, sun seesh esay desay ding dong your daddy smell like king kong lets play a game of ping PONG
anddddd... one more that i barely remember.. something about
momma called the doctor quick quick quick .. something about some candy..
i'm pulling a blank because i'm starving right now.. so later!
Why you gotta be the hater though? Now I'm all re-traumatized over that heffa and her elephants.
"down by the banks of the hanky panky..."
That reminds me of a real quick on we used to play. "Down by the riverside, hanky panky. Eastside westside, hanky panky. E-I-O-U/you dir-ty ding dong bell!" Which reminds me that some of these made no kinda sense. I wonder if they made sense when they were first created.
The happiest moments in childhood were when I played hand games.
Once or twice, I saw other boys play who were not on the "well, that's what faggots do" list -- basketball between their bony, ashy knees, playing with the girls just like I did, executing the rhythm, rhyme, and mimic perfectly, adding their own flavor.
... and thank you for helping me rememory that memory. *smiles*
(Although it bolsters my claims about gender roles for males and females in the B/black community... used to be a time when playing handgames, even for the less gender deviant guys (meaning the guys who weren't called sissypunkfaggot) didn't make them... and now... I wonder about those boys... they were barely allowed by the other guys, but the girls allowed it... would the girls allow it today?)
It's too early in the morning for me to be getting this deep.
"It's too early in the morning for me to be getting this deep."
lol It's NEVER too early!
"would the girls allow it today?"
I can't say for sure because I only see girls playing them here and there, but I do remember by the time I got to high school more guys were playing them. They seemed to feel like it was an exceptional skill, not just in and of itself, but for them as males to do it. ('Cause you know when we got into it and started speeding up some of them couldn't hang lol) I hope it's embraced universally because they were such a huge part of my childhood. So many good memories...
oh, and we sang Miss Suzy had a steamboat, btw.
miss mary mack mack mack (ha ha)
all dressed in black black black
with silver buttons buttons buttons
all down her back back back
she asked her mother 2x (shit, typing this out is too long)
for fifteen cents 2x
to see the elephants 2x
jump over the fence 2x
they jumped so high 2x
they touched the sky 2x
and they never came back 2x
till the fourth of july -ly -ly
and i think there was something about eating a pie with a fork and a knife.. but i couldnt' be too sure.
then there was that hand game in a cirle, slapping each others hands, whittling down to the last two players..
down by the banks of the hanky panky
where the bullfrongs jump from bank to bank, they say
eesh, meesh, sun seesh
esay desay ding dong
your daddy smell like king kong
lets play a game of ping PONG
anddddd... one more that i barely remember.. something about
momma called the doctor quick quick quick
.. something about some candy..
i'm pulling a blank because i'm starving right now.. so later!
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"down by the banks of the hanky panky..."
That reminds me of a real quick on we used to play. "Down by the riverside, hanky panky. Eastside westside, hanky panky. E-I-O-U/you dir-ty ding dong bell!" Which reminds me that some of these made no kinda sense. I wonder if they made sense when they were first created.
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The happiest moments in childhood were when I played hand games.
Once or twice, I saw other boys play who were not on the "well, that's what faggots do" list -- basketball between their bony, ashy knees, playing with the girls just like I did, executing the rhythm, rhyme, and mimic perfectly, adding their own flavor.
... and thank you for helping me rememory that memory. *smiles*
(Although it bolsters my claims about gender roles for males and females in the B/black community... used to be a time when playing handgames, even for the less gender deviant guys (meaning the guys who weren't called sissypunkfaggot) didn't make them... and now... I wonder about those boys... they were barely allowed by the other guys, but the girls allowed it... would the girls allow it today?)
It's too early in the morning for me to be getting this deep.
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lol It's NEVER too early!
"would the girls allow it today?"
I can't say for sure because I only see girls playing them here and there, but I do remember by the time I got to high school more guys were playing them. They seemed to feel like it was an exceptional skill, not just in and of itself, but for them as males to do it. ('Cause you know when we got into it and started speeding up some of them couldn't hang lol) I hope it's embraced universally because they were such a huge part of my childhood. So many good memories...
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