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Summer Shorts #4: Humpty Dumpty is not an egg
Here’s a random thought: why do we think Humpty Dumpty is an egg man? If you just read the words, he could be anything or anyone that falls from a great height and then can’t be fixed. In fact, the identity of the unfortunate character has been discussed since it was first written. For some, it was posed as a riddle instead of a poem. Another possibility is that Humpty Dumpty was a drink of brandy boiled with ale. In which case, couldn’t Humpty Dumpty be a bottle of liquor?
Here’s a random thought: why do we think Humpty Dumpty is an egg man? If you just read the words, he could be anything or anyone that falls from a great height and then can’t be fixed. In fact, the identity of the unfortunate character has been discussed since it was first written. For some, it was posed as a riddle instead of a poem. Another possibility is that Humpty Dumpty was a drink of brandy boiled with ale. In which case, couldn’t Humpty Dumpty be a bottle of liquor?
What do you think Humpty Dumpty could be?
Book Release Day and Mother Goose
DREAMSFriday night’s dream, on Saturday told,Is sure to come true, be it never so old. -Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme
My Friday night dream for some time now has been to be a published author. Today that became a reality. By the end of the day my book, A Smuggler's Path, will be available on digital copy on Nook, Kindle, Kobo, iBooks, Scribd, tolino, and 24symbols! The paperback release date in TBA, but likely sometime in August.I used the Mother Goose quote because a long time ago when I started this adventure nursery rhymes inspired me to write a story about all the characters I remembered. Originally my book was called Mother Goose Mysteries and that evolved into the book currently on all those platforms and patiently (okay, maybe not that patiently) awaiting paperback release.Thanks to all those people who have supported my Friday night dream and to those who have recently signed up for my blog.Check out my author website to learn more about my book, A Smuggler's Path.And a special thanks to those who participated in the Fairy Tale Book Club/A Smuggler's Path contest! Here are the winners:
To those of you who prefer a paperback, I apologize in advance that your prize will be late. Thanks again!
Old Mother Goose
Old Mother Goose,When she wanted to wander,Would ride through the airOn a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house,’Twas built in a wood,Where an owl at the doorFor sentinel stood.
This is her son Jack,A smart looking lad.He is not very good,Nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market,A live goose he bought.“Here, mother,” says he,“It will not go for nought.”
Jack’s goose and her ganderGrew very fond,They’d both eat together,And swim in one pond.
Jack found one morning,As I have been told,His goose had laid himAn egg of pure gold.
Jack rode to his mother,The news for to tell;She called him a good boy,And said it was well.
Jack sold his gold eggTo a rogue that he knew,Who cheated him out ofThe half of his due.
Then Jack went a courtingA lady so gay,As fair as the Lily,And sweet as the May.
The Rogue and the SquireCame close at his back,And began to belaborThe sides of poor Jack.
And then the gold eggWas thrown into the sea,But Jack he jumped in,And got it back presently.
The Rogue got the goose,Which he vowed he’d kill,Resolving at onceHis pockets to fill.
Jack’s mother came in,And caught the goose soon,And, mounting its back,Flew up to the moon.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
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