A Taste Of My Thoughts
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By Steve Lake
Copyright 2017
Shakespir Edition 2017
Published by Steve Lake
Copyright 2017 Steve Lake
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Copyright 2-8-2017
Steve Lake
I will write four lines or eight
Then ask you to pause and wait
Let it absorb into your brain
Then laugh like a spring rain
Humpty Dumpty sat on a great wall
Humpty Dumpty took a great fall
All the kings’ men couldn’t or shouldn’t
Put Humpty Dumpty back together again
It’s the year 2017
Someone left a damn egg on the wall
The name is not important at all
He fell and busted his balls
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There once was a lady that lived in a shoe
She had so many children not knowing what to do
She gave them some broth sorry out of bread
Then whipped them all and sent them off to bed
It’s the year 2017
A lady built a house that resembled a shoe
She multiplied with children
On welfare she ensued
She watered down the soup
Feeding the children two day old bread
She beat them all
Piling them up six per bed
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I had a little nut tree
But nothing it would bear
Just one silver nutmeg
And a golden sweet pear
It’s the year 2017
In my pants I had a little nut tree
And a few silver hairs
It might be old and wrinkly
But touch it if your dare
A visit from the king’s daughter
Begging for my nut and pear
I showed her my little nut tree
Sorry about the hair
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Jack and Jill ran up the hill
To fetch some cool water
Jack fell rolling down
And soon Jill came after
It’s the year 2017
Jack went up the hill to fetch some cool water
Jill stayed down bitching because Jack fell spilling all the water
Jack got up to beat her ass
And Jill beat him with an empty pail of water
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Little Bo-Peep lost some sheep
With no ideas of where to find them
She left them alone and headed home
Here they come behind her
It’s the year 2017
And little Bo-peeps got stuck watching the sheep
She took them far to abandon them
She scurried home wanting to be alone
And damn if they all didn’t find her
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Little boy blue
Always blowing his horn
Scaring the sheep and chased the cow into the corn
But where is the boy that watched the sheep
And why the hell did he fall asleep
It’s the year 2017
There was a little boy so blue
Always running around giving others a toot on their horn
He abused the sheep and molested the cow
Sorry for what he did to the boy sleeping on the ground
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One two buckle my shoe
Three and four let’s do some more
Five six where the hell are my pixie sticks
Seven eight damn ten can’t wait
Nine ten repeat like a parrot again
It’s the year 2017
One two nobody I knew
Three four I slammed the door
Five six I’m feeling sick
Seven eight the puke won’t wait
Nine ten I spew all over again
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Rub a dub dub
Three men farting in the tub
It was the butcher, the baker and the candle stick maker
And why did they sail out to the sea
It’s the year 2017
Rub a dub dub
Three men getting friendly in a tub
It was the butcher with his meat
The baker with his rack
And the candle stick maker aiming to please
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Baa Baa black sheep what about your wool
Yes sir it stinks but I have three bags full
One for master and one for the dame
One left for the little boy that lives down the lane
It’s the year 2017
Baa Baa black sheep
You are the minority in our gang
Get out and steal some wool
This way there is no shame
One bag is crack for the master
One bag is traded for favors from the dame
One bag is for the gay kid down the block
It’s your own business the way you play
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Cock a doodle do
Some dame lost her shoe
The master lost his fiddlestick
Both are crazy to boot
It’s the year 2017
Cock a doodle do
Some dame hit me with her shoe
The master is in the corner playing with his fiddlestick
They both are acting crazy not knowing what to do
I threw the shoe back at the bitch
The pervert in the corner I slewed
Damn crazy people
Laying them to rest is what I knew
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Jack being somewhat nimble
Jack was always being quick
Jack jumped over the candlestick
It’s the year 2017
Jack was called nimble
Jack liked showing his stick
Jack became a porn star
He was never too quick
Jack got into kink
Hot wax from a candlestick
Jack never jumped over it
But in with the candlestick
Where Jack always sits
One final Pause and to the top again for all!
If you have enjoyed this poem, please take a moment and reward me with a review on the smashword.com page where you downloaded it. Thanks Steve