Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Where have
all the children gone?
They’ve followed the piper and his idiotic tune.
Why is the
table not set out for supper?
That is the folly of the cow and the spoon.
Why is the
dog wearing a coat and shoes?
The stupid old lady’s cupboards were bare.
Why does it
rain like the world is ending?
Because the spider is lost and he doesn’t
know where.
Whose are
these guts all scattered about?
That is the weasel who fled for his life.
Why are
there seeds all over the floor?
Those are from Peter who imprisoned his
wife.
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