Oh, Childhood Ruined!

Morbidly [Singing] My Nursery Rhymes ⛈☠️
By: Didge Martin 🤘

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What if the little stars that always twinkle wonder what I am?
Will I ever be exorbitantly capable of pleasing all of them?
Will I be up above the world so high? Expecting that the only true diamond in the sky will eventually die.

If life is but a dream,
Will I keep rowing my boat that's almost sinking?
Will I be merrily, merrily reaching my goal as the drastic sea of troubles engulf and eventually drown my consciousness dreaming?

If this is such a small world after all,
Why does hatred still embody our own domiciles and destroy our soul?
If this is such a small world after all,
Why are there disputes on the national interests; blaming one another on who should take the fall?

Whatever happened to that little lamb Mary had?
Was it eventually forgotten when Mary met a very gentle lad?
Did the Hunting Wolf successfully torment the poor young sheep?
Perhaps that's why Mary and his lad had comfortable woolly sheets.

Speaking of sheep,
Has Baa Baa Black Sheep gone too far and deep?
Oh, its perpetuated wool;
Three-bag full.
I know I won't be the master nor the dame,
For I'll always be a little boy living down the lane.

Oh how I miss old McDonald and his farm
All his animals were so gentle and calm.
But who will take care of them now; Imagine the plight!
If he has travelled and passed through the light.

I wish I haven't given you my all.
If Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
He would've been shattered into multiple damned pieces.
Just like how my heart felt when you left me, complaining with endless screeches.

It's time to end this poem with the oh-so-famous Alphabet Song.
ABCs that were always there all along-

Assertive enough that I portrayed
Bizarre yet hauntingly true realizations;
Couldn't stop tickling this brain of mine.

Now I know my ABC,
Next time won't you appraise with me?
So long, farewell.
I hope we meet again.
I never thought that nursery rhymes can be morbid; not until then.