Nursery Rhymes and Nothing Much
Chipper
Little dog, little dog, where have you been?
Your feet are all filthy, and so is your chin!
Little dog, little dog, what have you done?
Your toys have gone missing, were you out having fun?
The backyard tree is lonely,
For the child has now grown up;
There’s no one left to play with him,
Not even the scruffy pup.
His only love’s the left-behind
Grave of the backyard pup.
They buried him quite solemnly
And then went in to sup.
There’s a cross of wood and stone,
On the grave beneath the tree;
There’s the body of a well-loved dog,
A well-chewed bone, and me.
i heard you made a metaphor
And tied it to a verse,
Then buried it beneath a tree
In God’s good universe!
Selfie
I’m King of the doggerel couplet;
I’m Jack of the metric crowd;
I’m the Fool who juggles nonsense words,
Then troubles them out loud!
Lord, I’m Joker in this well-worn pack,
An Ace that’s way too proud!
I’d ask for help if I could pray,
But the deck is stacked against me,
And there’s nothing left to say.
The Trace
I’m looking for the Queen of Hearts;
Of Heaven they say she’s Queen.
Amongst the stars in darkest night,
She’s the brightest to be seen.
The only star that’s fixed in place,
They say she is the Queen of grace,
And once behold her glorious face,
Earthly beauty’s but a trace
Of that Divine perfection.
