And Jill then is collapsed: January 2011

Sunday 30 January 2011

Jacky has a new champion

Jacky is to win

But a case in the hands of the day

It cannot work more fastly

The oranges and lemons, say live some to them of Saint-Indulgente.

They have said five black poplars to me, lives some to them of Saint-Martin.

When it pays to me? They say lives some to them of Old Bailey.

If I will be rich, they say lives some to them of Shoreditch.

When it will be? They say lives some to them of Stepney.

I do not know, therefore the great called of Bow.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,

The capture of a tiger from the toe

If it cries, eeny, meeny, miny to go

Leaves moe

Two words for the pain of joy

Three for a child

Four for a child

Five for money

Six for but

Seven for a secret

Eight for a desire not to be

Nine for a kiss

Ten for a bird that cannot lack

This old man has played one,

Has played ornaments on mine must,

With ornaments, whackpaddy, I give back to the dog a bone to you,

This old man is rolling.

I plant Porgie Pudding and Pie, the Georgia,

Kissed the girls

And the fact that when the boys have come outside playing

Georgie Porgie escapes.