Muse is back after a 5-year hiatus...

[onlythingtofear]

There was an old lady who swallowed a spider
That wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
I guess she'll die.

Comments

[asthedrivensnow]

Isn't that delightfully morbid.

[onlythingtofear]

I'm just getting warmed up.

[asthedrivensnow]

Are we to have a recital?

[liaisedalittle]

Sounds serious.

[She does not look as though she thinks it sounds serious.]

[onlythingtofear]

Serious is swallowing the horse, of course.

Silly of her.

[liaisedalittle]

I imagine she'd have had to unhinge her jaw.

[stillbleeding]

I guess she will. And then what?

[onlythingtofear]

There was an old lady who swallowed a bird.
How absurd! To swallow a bird!
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.

[stillbleeding]

Mm-hm. I'm fascinated. On the edge of my seat. Go on.

[pillars]

And you lived happily ever after.

[onlythingtofear]

Do you believe in happy endings?

[cheese_for_everyone]

[He grinned.]

Just the man I wanted to see.

[onlythingtofear]

Am I?

[inmateincharge]

Tried making someone do that once. It got messy once we got to the dog! Hehehahahaha!

So, what'd the inside of Croc's stomach look like? Given some of the crap he eats, I'm sure it gave you some ideas! [Sure, rumours of what Scarecrow had been up to since the incident at the asylum were all over the place, but he found the "eaten by Killer Croc" rumour to be the funniest.]

[onlythingtofear]

There was a crooked man,
and he went a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence
beside a crocodile.

[sempiternally]

Nursery rhymes huh? Okay.

Ring around the rosy.
Pocket full of posies.
Ashes, ashes.
We all fall down.

[onlythingtofear]

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.
She gave them some poison without any bread.
She whipped them all soundly and whump went her head.

[deciphering]

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for his living,
Sunday's child is bony, blithe, and merry,
But he'll never understand that rhyming isn't scary.

Pretty spooky, huh, Jonathan?

[onlythingtofear]

Nicely done, Thursday's child.

[can_fall_no_lower]

[His eyes turn from brown to a confused, bright gold.]

I don't understand. Is this what passes as human poetry?

[onlythingtofear]

What is there to confuse?

[candlecovesailor]

Roses aren't red and violets aren't blue
But when I say this you know it's true
It doesn't matter - whatever you do
The Skin Taker can always find you

[Beat.]

...we are trading rhymes, right?

[onlythingtofear]

A-tisket a-tasket
A green and yellow basket
I wrote a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it,
I dropped it,
I dropped it,
And on the way I dropped it.
A little boy he picked it up,
and put it in his casket.

[totallynotbatman]

Aren't we all a little old for nursery rhymes?

[onlythingtofear]

Isn't your inner child screaming?