Old Mother Hubbard went to the
filing cabinet and studied your
details closely. She lived in a shoe
box. She gave her old man a loan.
She had so many children she couldn’t
feed them. Little Jack Horner sat in the
witness stand. He pulled out a gun. He
stuck out his tongue, said, “What a good
lawyer have I.” Jack be nimble, Jack B.
Quick, Jack nicked your silver candlesticks.
Simple Simon met a high man heading
for despair. Jack and Jill went up before
the magistrate. No one lived happily ever
after. Mary had a little problem . . .
Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician, came to poetry late but has enjoyed a large number of publications in the past 10 years, recently gaining airplay for his poems and songs in the U.K., Australia and the U.S.A. The So-Called Sonnets, is his first book, which this audio poem is an excerpt from. More information can be found on his website: bpmcrae.com.