Girls & Boys come out to play
But mostly stay at home
Transfixed by their laptops
And their mobile phone.
Georgie Porgie pudding and pie
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
And when they charged him with assault
Our Georgie cried: 'It's not my fault.'
Mary had a little lamb
She loved it oh so true
But mint sauce she loved better
So Lamb became lamb stew.
A sad commentary. I get the impression of many individuals locked in their own private worlds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ha ha ha Tom, to funny. Loved it Anna x
And I'm thinking what was little Jack Horner doing in his corner. Not I hope a naughty schoolboy habit! Oh dear. It's another silly day. It's Mr P's fault.