NurseryRhymeForOurTime

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard to fetch her poor doggie some pasta, When she got there, the cupboard was bare, for Rover a total disaster. She rang Henny Penny, who didn’t have any, she had problems enough of her own, No bread, no cereal, no loo roll, she said: ‘Why don’t you just give him a bone!’ Little Boy Blue, he’d know what to do, he was always ahead of the game, She sent him a text, but Boy Blue was vexed, panic buying had made him insane. Mother Hubbard, poor soul, then called on King Cole, he’d really pull out all the stops, With a king on her side, she won’t be denied, so Rover and Mo, hit the shops. They met her friend Mary, who was always contrary, her trolley had seen better days, There’s nothing inside, poor Mary cried, the delivery van’s been waylaid! Mary said: ‘My poor lamb, I may have some Spam, it’s been open for almost a week, My friend caught the flu, and what a to do, I’ll be praying for Little Bo-Peep.’ The bus came along to take them all home, Wee Willy in charge at the wheel This made Mary smirk, as a girl from her work had said that his real name was Neil! The three all went home, for Rover a bone, Mother Hubbard and Mary dismayed, It’s a shame for the old, their story untold, unfortunately, their last card was played. But the good news for them was the King and his men had rallied to Ms Hubbard’s plight, With ham, eggs and stout, and pantry stocked out, they could party for many a night!

Steve Welch, Codsall, W. Mids.