A lot of rhyming goes on at our house. From “missed me missed me now you gotta kiss me” to “made you look dirty crook stole your mothers pocket book, turned it in turned it out turned it into sauerkraut.” Yesterday we were singing the name game song: Will, Will bo bill banana fanna fo fill fe fi mo mil, Will. My daughter discovered how bad the name Chuck can be when signing this song. She then began singing “Will and Regan sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Will in the baby carriage” she added a new verse after that, one I had never heard before. “That’s not all, that’s not all, next comes the baby drinking alcohol.”What’s up
with that verse? What a bad baby. From there we went onto what I call jump rope songs.
Miss Susie and the Steamboat
Miss Susie had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell. Miss Susie went to heaven the steamboat went to, hello operator give me number nine and if you disconnect me I’ll kick you from, behind the refrigerator there was a piece of glass. Miss Susie fell upon it and broke her little, ask me no more questions
I’ll tell you no more lies. Miss Susie and the steamboat really did not die, die, die.
Cinderella, dressed in yellow, went upstairs to kiss a 'fella, made a mistake and kissed a snake, how many doctors did it take?
Engine, engine number 9. Running down Chicago line. If the train should jump the track, do you want your money back?
Miss Susie had a baby, she named him Tiny Tim, she put him in the bathtub, to see if he could swim. He drank up all the water, he ate up all the soap, he tried to eat the bathtub, but it wouldn’t go down his throat. Miss Susie called the doctor, Miss Susie called the nurse, Miss Susie called the lady, with the alligator purse. In came the doctor, in came the nurse, in came the lady, with the alligator purse. Mumps said the doctor, measles said the nurse, hiccups said the lady with the alligator purse. Miss Susie punched the doctor, Miss Susie kicked the nurse, Miss Susie thanked the lady with the alligator purse.
What were your favorite rhymes when you were a
Brown Bra Strap Season
With the weather being unusually warm for the past few weeks, many people have gotten their summer clothes out of storage and are sporting short sleeve shirts, shorts and for some women, brown bra straps. Brown bra straps are really white straps that are so filthy, dirty and nasty that they have turn a shade of brown. This can be particularly disgusting if the person’s shirt does not fit right and the strap is exposed. It’s like looking at someone’s dirty
underwear. Have some class ladies and buy some new bras or a container of bleach and save the rest of the world from the horror of having to look at your straps. If you don’t I’ll rhyme, I’ll sing and I’ll rap, I’ll tell the whole world bout your dirty bra straps.
Miss Susie had a white bra, the straps a shade of brown. Her mother took her shopping and they went down town, town, town. Miss Susie bought a new bra, a push-up nice and bold. It gave her boobs a place to sit and then they weren’t so cold, cold, cold. Miss Susie bought a strapless and a sport bra too, it made her feel fresh and clean with her bras being new, new, new. The moral of the story is plain and it is true, you can have any color but brown is not for you, you, you.
Have a great day!