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.
Down in the valley where the green grass grows There sits Tashina as sweet as a rose. She sang she sang she sang so sweet along came Justin and kissed her on the cheek.(*this is where the girls throwing the rope picked out a boy's name from your class) How many kisses did she get last week?
Then of course you'd jump as many times as you could.
Followed your link from BF. Thank you for these! The one I'm always trying to remember starts "Gypsie gypsie Ro-sa-lee. Who on earth could your father be?" and I forget the rest.
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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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Down in the valley where the green grass grows
There sits Tashina as sweet as a rose.
She sang she sang she sang so sweet along came Justin and kissed her on the cheek.(*this is where the girls throwing the rope picked out a boy's name from your class)
How many kisses did she get last week?
Then of course you'd jump as many times as you could.
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Then I saw everyone elses posts, and... well... I'mma be lazy...
::cosigns::
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Wish I could help you on that one. I never heard it before though.
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