There was in old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children she didn’t know what to do.
She gave them some broth without any bread,
Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme – circa 1794
There was an old man who lived in a White House.
He had so many children who stayed in the dog house.
He gave them some jobs that they couldn’t do,
Then tweeted and tweeted to raise a hullabaloo.
Father Goose Nursery Rhymes – 2017
Okay, okay. So I’m no Mother Goose and my rhyming dictionary has a few weaknesses, but I woke up this morning thinking about the old woman in the shoe with the children woes. The little jingle sounded all too familiar these days, and it was downhill from there.
Well, I woke up this mornin’ , Mother Goose on my mi-i-i-i-nd.
Enough already. Somebody stop me.
Tomorrow is another day – maybe I’ll wake up thinking more profound thoughts. Keep hope alive for that, will you?