poetry for third hour print out

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Georgy Porgy
Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made the cry.
When the boys came out to play,
Georgy Porgy ran away.

My Georgy Porgy
Georgey Porgey, painter and cook,
Kissed this girl and her breath he took.
When mom came home early on day
Georgey Porgey and I hid away.

Little Pussy
I like little Pussy,
Her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her
She'll do me no harm;
So I'll not pull her tail,
Nor drive her away,
But Pussy and I
Very gently will play.

I'm convinved "Mother Goose" was code name for a child molestor.
After being caught for his crimes
Violence, molestation-multiple times,
he was tossed in a cell,
never again to hear little children yell.

Trapped behind bars for a life sentence
His lawyer offered him an odd sort of pennence
Write something enertaining to read
and through these rhymes he plants his seed.

At the most influential and delicate age
our children are read from every page
about playing with Pussy and riding a cock-horse
and we don't give it second thought of course
When the American culture's "mother" goose
looks like a man who died in jail via a noose.

hieny will love it :)