Then came a dread voice
From deep in their bowels,
With consonants choice
And resonant vowels:
“Eggspect lots of nightmares
Forever and yon;
I’ll talk, oh, for light years,
And talk on and on,
And on for long ages
From the depths of your tumpti:
My speeches fill pages,
It is I, Humpty Dumpty!
Waste not, want not.
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Poor Humpty Dumpty 😦
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Has anyone ever asked what he was doing up there in the first place? Someone that round is bound to fall off a wall.
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Drunk?
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Most likely. Better watch out when lighting a flame under that egg.
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Rum and eggnog
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How did they get the egg out of the dirt and then vice versa?
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Good point. Maybe they weren’t very fussy and liked a little grit in their omelette.
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Then came a dread voice
From deep in their bowels,
With consonants choice
And resonant vowels:
“Eggspect lots of nightmares
Forever and yon;
I’ll talk, oh, for light years,
And talk on and on,
And on for long ages
From the depths of your tumpti:
My speeches fill pages,
It is I, Humpty Dumpty!
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So good!!
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Father less dumpty children sued the kingdom
won a ton of gold and the wall was torn down
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Laugh for the well being of your soul
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