the farmer’s wife cut off the tails of the three blind mice.

the little girl with the little curl right in the middle of her forehead deceived her mother for affection.

really, why is humpty dumpty an egg? and why, why do the king’s horses and men want to make him better? why?

and, i’m sorry, it is just never okay to eat porrige that has been sitting in a pot for nine days. really. even if some like it that way.

Posted on January 10th, 2008