Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
How dare you question me,
"How does your garden grow?"
You little sasquatch I'll crush your crotch,
And break you with a head throw!
I may be quite contrary,
But you really ought to know,
I'm feminist, so speak to my fist!
I'm no maid fo those who think so!
Author notes
I dunno. I just felt like writing about Mary Contrary. I wrote this in the van on my way to Target, so it's very strange!
A contest entry
- Feminist Fairy Tales and Nursery Rhymes by Melodies.
550 points, ended June 30, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
If you wish to comment on this wacked-out piece, knock yourself out.
Comments
-
This is great! Although, I must say that her being dubbed as contrary suggests that she's already attained that "feminist" strength! Loved your poem!
-
Giggle... hehe...haha!! LAUGHING!
LOl... I love it that you wrote this on the way to Target.
It's so funny... "little sasquatch I'll crush your crotch," is one of my favorite lines in this poem. 
I actually said something quite like that to a poet just yesterday. 
REALLY! 
I did, so this Mary Quite Contrary is my type of friend. hehe A very funny poem that makes my evening happy! 
-
wtf?? this is weird
Adding your comment:
