Painted in my memories

"If it rains on my parade, i'll just sing in it."

Have you wondered why nursery rhymes are so brutal?

I am tired. Sometimes, i just don't see how people can be so convicted about things they don't understand. Everyone is selfish. Everyone only wants to blame everyone else. I guess i was wrong. I guess you're no different. I think i'm tired of pretending. I'm ready for it. Come on, bring it.

Rock-a-bye baby on the treetop

When the wind blows the cradle will rock

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall

And down will come baby, cradle and all

(That's nice. Sing that to your baby to put her to sleep :) )

Jack & Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water

Jack fell down & broke his crown

And Jill came tumbling after

(based on the beheading of King Louis XVI and his wife who well, came tumbling after)

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

And all of the king's horses and all the king's men

Had omelette for dinner that night again

( i know there are variations. But he dies anyway )

Georgie Porgie, puddings and pie

Kissed the girls and made them cry

And when the boys came out to play

Georgie Porgie ran away

( i always wondered about the innate need to ostracise and sexually harass.)

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep

And doesn't know where to find them

Leave them alone & they'll come home

Bringing their tails behind them

Little Bo Peep fell fast asleep

And dreamt she heard them bleating

But when she awoke, she found it a joke,

For they were all still fleeting

Then sup she took her little crook

Determined for to find them

She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed

For they left their tails behind them

It happened one day, as Bo Peep did stray

Into a meadow hard dry

There she espied their tails side by side

All hung on a try to dry

She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,

And over the hillocks went rambling

And tried what she could

As a sheperdess should

To tack again each to its lambkin.

(When a kid finally understands this poem, she'll never see Toy Story the same way again)

Ring a ring o' rosies

A pocket full of posies

"Atishoo! Atishoo!"

We all fall down!

( Symptoms of the bubonic plague: red rashes and violent sneezing. Death rate 60%)

I wonder, what to people try to achieve by subjecting their children to this? They're likely too young to understand and the parents hardly ever bother explaining them anyway.

'A scar away from falling apart'