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Mother Combs Rhymes

By Mother CombsPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Image by Madhana Gopal from Pixabay

Hinky-pinky sky

Lorilei ate a pie

Jasper told a lie

Les likes to eat rye

Christy meant to pry

Anna does things on the sly

Hinky-pinky sky

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Sunday skies of blue

Hopalong Sue

Monday skies of gray

Get along Ray

Tuesday skies of red

Run along Ed

Wednesday skies of white

Walkalong Mike

Thursday skies of pink

Trot along Rick

Friday skies of black

Flyalong Zack

Saturday skies of green

Soar along Gene

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Did you hear about John Piddles?

He fell into the puddles.

And there was no more.

Do you want to hear more?

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Posies are pink

Bonnets are blue

A fly trap can stink

And do you…

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About the Creator

Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs