The choices of a choice.
The tic, tac, and the toe,
the snap, crackle, and a pop.
Below, beside and on top.
Stay, head back, or go.
The mouse’s run was clocked,
the spider went up the spout.
Because the hickory, dickory docked
the dogs were let loose and out,
The kettle and the tea pot,
a-tisket and a-tasket,
that thing hitting the spot,
that hole in my basket.
My egg dropped and rolled away,
what a start to my day.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Well, threw the rest of the meal away.
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