Nursery Rhymes #Rewritten #4

Nursery Rhymes Rewritten

 

Hickory Dickory Dock

Thirty three bullets in the magazine of the glock

He waits around until the clock

Hits the time of his massacre plot

Doors open and people flock

Into the hallways they do dock

Not knowing their lives will rot

And that their existence just might not

Be an existence anymore

Birds of a feather flock together

And so will pigs and swine

Rats and mice will have their choice

And so will I have mine

Bullets ring out and they scatter like a bunch of rine

When police come out and give them fines

Disaster has struck

For those perfect ones

And the ruler is an outfit

But with his gun he has equalized

And everyone is utterly surprised

At the outcome of their demise

A wise old owl lived in an oak The more he saw the less he spoke The less he spoke the more he heard.

This old owl was a misfit bird

Maybe things would have ended differently

If someone would’ve been his friend

If someone would’ve bothered to care

Then maybe he would not have dared

To buy a gun and load it up

Take the lives of the pig and swine

If just one rat or just one mice

Would have treated this outfit sorta nice

The outcome of the day could have changed

No lives lost

No massacre

No horrific end

Maybe even a new beginning

But now we will never know

The what ifs that the mind construe

Now all there is is misery

And sadness at its highest peak

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