Before I am Famous

I have noticed that nursery rhymes don’t make any sense at all. Like Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle… well you get the point. So I thought to myself I can make up ryhmes too. Maybe the rhymes do make sense they have been around for centuries. Maybe mine have a secret message that I don’t even see. I suppose that is why there are literary critics. Once I wrote a story which won second place in the Penn State Lehigh Valley Margret Smart writing contest. The teacher who wanted me to enter said that judges were up in arms and fighting about certain things in the story and what they meant. I just wrote a story, that’s it. I didn’t find any underlying meaning but who knows maybe I am gifted that way. So with out further delay here are the three nursery rhymes that I wrote. Have a nice day

Shiver me timbers
and crack me bones
I used to be limber
but now I need Doans.

Sweet little Carrie Berry,
loves her dairy.
She drinks it all day long
now she is big and strong.

Hey there Jenny Jenn Jenn
where’d you get that hen?
Down at the 7 eleven.
hey there Jenny Jenn Jenn

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