Monday, April 18, 2016

Mother Goose

My first grandchild will be born soon.  But what does that have to do with poetry?

This weekend my sisters hosted a baby shower for the family.   There was lots of food, gifts and kids.  One of the party games was competing to see who could ring the bell first and finish the line of Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes. 

Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack jumped over
the __________  __________.

Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a _______  _______,
And there he kept her very well.

Little Miss Muffet

Sat on a tuffet,

Eating her _______  and _______;

Hey! diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over ____  ______;

What surprised me is the children in our family did not know these nursery rhymes.  At least not well enough to answer most of them.  I knew all them well.  And it occurred to me that these rhymes are where my idea of poetry came from.  Which might explain why I know very little about poems. 

I must admit that as a nonfiction writer, when I read these nursery rhymes I’m less interested in the poems themselves and more interested in finding out things like:  Who was Mother Goose?  When were these poems written?  And what exactly is curds and whey?  

My fellow TAs are gifted poets and I greatly admire their work.  

Me, not so much.  I’ll sum it up with a poem I wrote myself:       

I’m no poet,

and I know it. 

Carla Killough McClafferty


David Alan Binder said...
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Carmela Martino said...

Love your honesty, Carla!

Bobbi Miller said...

Welcome to Nanahood, Carla!! I'm new to the club, too! I love your poetic choices!