Jack of Gulls: Unless you strap the cake to the back of a cat, then you get anti-gravity, of course. And an angry cat, so I wouldn’t recommend trying it.
Sing a song of nonsense, pocket full of pie
Four and twenty blackbirds, baked until they cry
When the stove was opened, the birds began to swing
Wasn’t that a swingin’ dish to set before the king?
The king was in his counting house, counterfeiting money
The queen was in the parlor, looking at the funnies
The maid was in the garden, hanging by her toes
Along came the North Wind and that’s the way she froze!
Rich… I used to have a little book of Monsters that had nursery rhymes done with the monsters… and that one, or a version of it, was my favorite! How did you know?
Dada… Let them… NOT eat cake! …or shovel it off the sidewalk and serve as cash mush… “It’s SUPPOSED to look like that… it’s an art statement!”
Really? One year already?
Seems like only yesterday the shop was going bust and everyone was out on the street.
Where does the time go? *looks for glasses*
Either that, or MAD ripped off your monster book! Here’s another from the same article:
Mary had a little lamb
A little steak, a little jam
A little bread, a little toast
Some ice cream and a great big roast
A chocolate soda topped with fizz
And boy, how sick our Mary is!
Patty cake, Patty cake, bakers man…
Step over the cake as fast as you can…..
Uh oh, you know it landed face down, always does.
Scrape me a cake as fast as you can.
Jack of Gulls: Unless you strap the cake to the back of a cat, then you get anti-gravity, of course. And an angry cat, so I wouldn’t recommend trying it.
No, it landed face down only if we’re lucky. Unlucky? She landed face down in it, meaning clothes are problem too.
Joe… The baker is really upset right now!
Judy… cake is the happiest thing you can step in.
Jack… without fail… but even so, my lips warn’t touching it if it fell on the ground face up… unless you can scrape off the top layer.
Pete… ha ha… see above comment.
W. McDuff… Cats and the word “strap” are NEVER used in the same sentence.
Mary… if we’re lucky, Aunt Patty wound up with cake on her face!
Sing a song of nonsense, pocket full of pie
Four and twenty blackbirds, baked until they cry
When the stove was opened, the birds began to swing
Wasn’t that a swingin’ dish to set before the king?
The king was in his counting house, counterfeiting money
The queen was in the parlor, looking at the funnies
The maid was in the garden, hanging by her toes
Along came the North Wind and that’s the way she froze!
Aww, now we have to wait until Wednesday to find out what she’s so hyped up about!
Rich… I used to have a little book of Monsters that had nursery rhymes done with the monsters… and that one, or a version of it, was my favorite! How did you know?
Dada… Let them… NOT eat cake! …or shovel it off the sidewalk and serve as cash mush… “It’s SUPPOSED to look like that… it’s an art statement!”
I’m psychic. Haven’t you figured that out by now? Truthfully, I memorized that from a MAD magazine parody about 1962 or 1963…
*facepalm* I’ve had that happen to me so many times. I’ve never found a reliable cake-carrier in my family (least of all me).
Really? One year already?
Seems like only yesterday the shop was going bust and everyone was out on the street.
Where does the time go? *looks for glasses*
Rich… really? so the little monster kid’s book I read was a ripoff of Mad? What monsters.
Jenn… at our house, Judy spills everything. She has a t-shirt that says so “I spill things”… you need a tee also… one that says “I drop cake”… yah?
Minion! BON JOUR! Comment allez-vous! Harold misses you!… time is bonkers, quite frankly.
Either that, or MAD ripped off your monster book! Here’s another from the same article:
Mary had a little lamb
A little steak, a little jam
A little bread, a little toast
Some ice cream and a great big roast
A chocolate soda topped with fizz
And boy, how sick our Mary is!
Ring any bells?
Hm, not a bad suggestion, Brig. I could wear it whenever a birthday rolls along as fair warning!
Rich… No. No bells. I don’t know, but maybe the artist who did the kid’s book was a Mad artist. It happens.
Jenn… I have paint pens. Custom job…