Gross Poetries

my brother and I were just discussing yesterday about a very contraversial poem named "Mary Had a Little Lamb"

What on earth are the implications of such a poem?

Mary had a little lamb
little lamb, little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
(OH MY GOD!!)

Mary had a little lamb
little lamb, little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
And she got heart attack

Mary had a little lamb
little lamb, little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
.... yucks...

the wonders of scrutinizing perverse poetry

how about humpty dumpty? My group came up with various theories that made this happy little kids nursery rhyme into a sad affair

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
(firstly, why would he want to sit on the wall?)
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
(secondly, if he could get up this great wall, how could he have fallen?)
All the king's horses and all the king's men
(what the hell? who is humpty dumpty that the KING's men should come and visit the fallen goon?)
Couldnt put Humpty Dumpty together again
(this time, because of this sentance, we PRESUME that Humpty Dumpty is an egg, possibly a humanoid egg...)

okay then, with this analysis, we realized that the interpretation of this poem is completely wrong! we should look at it in a deeper sense.

right, this is the correct interpretation

Firstly, Humpty Dumpty is NOT and egg. Humpty Dumpty is a prince. A very rich prince, who was suffering from depression.

Thus the name "DUMP-ty" : implying that he is "down in the dumps"

The prince was in his castle one day, over looking his entire kingdom. He had everything in the world, so why on earth was he so sad?
Why were the peasents working in the field below so happy?

He thinks to himself and finally came to a conclusion that he was sick of this monotonous life, he wanted to end it once and for all. Thus, he sits on the ledge on the high tower, which explains the "sitting on the wall" instance in the poem.

Finally, depression overtook him and he closed his eyes and plunged a great distance from the top of his tower to the cold hard ground below.
His body was instantly shattered by the impact that greeted him.

The king immediately sent his soldiers to clear the way, because there were so many people crowding around the young prince's body, so as to let the imperial physicians and surgeons examine to see if there was any hope.

Like wad the poem states, there wasn't any.

this poem is so darn sad isnt it?

yes, I crap alot...
but, come to think of it, doesn't my crap make sense? I just love my crap... do comment