I got turned down for another job today...apparently my answers were thorough, my IT skills were excellent and my general attitude was great....however, I apparently don't have the essential qualifications of the ability to sing nursery rhymes to a group of babies....I perhaps should have laid off the following rendition of:
Hey diddle diddle,
the cat took a piddle,
All over the bedside clock.
The little dog laughed to see such fun.
Then died of electric shock.
the cat took a piddle,
All over the bedside clock.
The little dog laughed to see such fun.
Then died of electric shock.
Or:
Georgie Porgy Pudding and Pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
And when the boys came out to play,
He kissed them too 'cause he was gay.
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
And when the boys came out to play,
He kissed them too 'cause he was gay.
And in retrospect this one might have been better kept to myself:
Mary had a little pig,
She kept it fat and plastered;
And when the price of pork went up,
She shot the little bastard.
She kept it fat and plastered;
And when the price of pork went up,
She shot the little bastard.
Meh, like the originals were all sweet and innocent anyway....personally I blame the writings of Roald Dahl....and my fathers slightly twisted humourisms.
2 comments:
Note to self - I should not have read this post while drinking anything!
These are hilarious - my son and I have been having great fun singing them ;)
Good to know my education wasn't wasted then...;-)
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