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A nursery rhyme so bad, it can kill you!

Post #167 from Dr. Crankenfuss, The World’s Awesomest Raving and Rapping middle school blogger–

“There still has to be someone to stand up to the stupid stuff and people in the world, doesn’t there?” Yep, that’s a quote straight from my last post and once again, it didn’t take me long to find something that needs pointing out. This is kind of an itch that just keeps itching because these things have been annoying me for a long time. It’s the dumbicity of so many classic nursery rhymes. How do these things stay so popular?

Yes, it's well drawn, but pretty rediculous. (Source: Wikimedia Commons)
Yes, it’s well drawn, but pretty rediculous. (Source: Wikimedia Commons)

Here’s a picture from an old nursery rhymes book. You can probably tell which one it is: “Hey, Diddle, Diddle.” In case you don’t quite understand this silly picture, I’ve labeled a bit of it for you. But there’s no reason to get into putting this poem down. That’s because I already did that — in gory detail — in my book DR. CRANKENFUSS’S HUMOR BOOK FOR GUYS: VOLUME 2. In that book I also dissect “Baa, Baa, Black Sheep” and “Little Jack Horner.” And when I say dissect, I mean I cut ’em up, baby.

I destroy a a few other nursery rhymes in my first DR. CRANKENFUSS’S HUMOR BOOK FOR GUYS, including “Humpty Dumpty” and “Rub-a-Dub-Dub” — ooh, that last one gets a particularly sharp blade.

But today I’m going to talk about “Pease Porridge Hot.” I found it in a book of rhymes that still (somehow) sits in my mom’s office. She says it brings back good memories of her and my childhoods. Gwah! I’m lucky I survived if this is what my mom was feeding me. I coulda died!

Okay, here it is, in case you don’t have it memorized.

Please, please, don't give me these pease. (Drawing by me -- that would be Dr. Crankenfuss.
Please, please, don’t give me these pease. (Drawing by me — that would be Dr. Crankenfuss.)

Pease porridge hot,
Pease porridge cold.
Pease porridge in the pot,
Nine days old.

Some like it hot,
Some like it cold.
Some like it in the pot
Nine days old.

 

So first of all, Pease Porridge basically means Pea Soup. This thing was supposedly written in the 1700s so we can give it a pass on the spelling. Back then, that’s the way they did it, okay? But let’s look at what it SAYS!! Just look at that second verse. “Some like it… nine days old.” Whaaa?? Like who? I wonder. Someone who wants to get e-coli or norovirus, that’s what I say. Who’d leave out a pot of soup for nine days and then feed it to anyone, much less their wittle dahwing baby? And yes, it might be hard to see that it’s full of disease and death because mold is kind of the same color as pea soup, but c’mon, y’all. Cut me some slack here. NOBODY would think this was good nutrition advice for children. But that’s who is most affected by nursery rhymes. So all of you out there, please be careful not to follow any of the suggestions in this dangerous poem.

There. And when you save your little brother or sister (or yourself) from dying because of this nursery rhyme, you can write me and thank me. I don’t mind. I won’t even ask for any payment for my medical advice.

As always, just tryin’ to help,
From Your Dude with the ‘Tude,
Who’s asking you, “Pretty please,
Stay away from rotten pease.”
Dr. Crankenfuss

How my Rainbow Head Kept Me from Being Dead/ P.S. VOICES’ Reviews Are Great News

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Post #148 from Dr. Crankenfuss, The World’s Awesomest Raving and Rapping blogger —

You like how I look today? I thought so. But there’s a reason for it, and it probably saved my life. See, it was school spirit day and I bought this rainbow head wig online — my mom was so happy — to show my school spirit. It has red in it, so I figured it would be perfect since our school colors are red and white. To get the white, I wore a white shirt and hey, my skin’s sort of pasty and white, so there you go. Mr. School Spirit!

So I’m walking down the hall between classes, all full of myself, and this tall — and I do mean TALL, he must have been on the basketball team (for college!) — guy cuts in front of me and I trip over my own shoes and almost fall. “Nice move, cigarette head!” I said, referring to his l-o-n-n-g-g lanky head. Under my breath, I thought.

WRONG! He heard me and picked me up off the ground by my shoulders and put me against the wall. “You say something, punk?” he asked (and not sweetly either).

“No, no,” I protested. “I was praising you. I said, ‘Nice move to to get ahead.’ He thought for a second and let me down. “Okay,” he said, “but don’t try any funny stuff with me, okay?”

I had no trouble agreeing with him.

Now how this rainbow wig will save me is this. As soon as this was over, I ducked into the bathroom and took it off. He probably won’t recognize me without it. And he probably didn’t see my shirt (with my super-cool slogan on it) because he was looking me straight in the face. Believe me, I know, because our eyes never went away from each other.

See, school is full of education AND adventure. My education for the day was to promise myself to keep the insults that come from my mouth away from the ears of dangerous guys. Best lesson I had all day, maybe all month.

Glad to be alive,
Your Dude with the more careful ‘Tude,
Dr. Crankenfuss

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VOICES: AN OWNER’S GUIDE TO THE ADOLESCENT MIND keeps getting amazing reviews at Amazon! (If you had books like this assigned to you at school, you’d be enjoying school a lot more, I promise you that.) Every poem rhymes, every poem makes sense without the teacher having to explain it to you, every poem relates to YOU — what makes you happy, what scares you, what makes you feel most any way you do. And every poem is meant for you to perform, you know you’re a real actor! Check it out. You’ll see! 

VOICES: Poems for Performance

That’s it
My message is done
Now I’ll go back
And eat that onion.

Dr. C

My newest classical rap: ODE TO SPRING (ME OUTTA HERE!)

Humor Post #103 from the world’s Awesomest & Crankiest Curmudgeon’s Middle School and YA Blog –

ODE TO SPRING (ME OUTTA HERE!)

Learnin’ my math
And ABC’s
But nuthin much matters
No more to me
Feelin’ kind of blah
No dedication
But I think I know
The explanation.

I look outside
Blue skies, trees green
Sittin’ in class
Seems kinda obscene
This ain‘t no place
For a true freaky dude
Didn’t we outlaw
Involuntary servitude?

Feelin’ all tied up
And listless… yeah, true!
You heard of spring fever?
Well I got spring FLU!
As the Crank, I seek da truth
My doubting questions never end
But now I’m only askin’,
“When is school gonna end?”

Ain’t seven months of hard labor
Enough for any young soul?
Shouldn’t they be showin’ us Heaven
‘Stead of keepin’ us here in this hole?
Nature is tellin’ us somethin’
The worms go to the first birdie
Maybe we could fly like eagles
If you’d only stop school early

I ain’t got nuthin left
My energy’s worn to the bone
The second I walk in here
Is the instant I wanna go home
My brain is full to the max
You been crammin’ my head full of knowledge
I’m only finishin’ sixth grade
Feels like I’m ready to graduate college

So give a young man a break
Show him you really care
Announce, “We know it’s only April
But we’re lettin’ you outta here.”
You’ll be my hero, my idol,
My bestest forever friend
Just lissen to a student’s prayer
And let this school year end

     I promise to be a good boy
    Just let this school year end

    Don’t make me throw a hissy fit now
    Just let this school year end!

From Your Totally Worn Out, Wasted, and Washed Up Dude with the ‘Tude,
Dr. Crankenfuss

A Poem about dull looking buildings. Sounds boring, but I promise you, it’ll make you think.

Humor Post #101 from the world’s Crankiest Curmudgeon’s Middle School Blog (and probably the awesomest YA blog too) –

That’s a lie I put right above this line. That’s right, I’m admitting it. It says this is Humor Post #101. But this post doesn’t have any real humor in it. Actually none at all. But I have trouble enough keeping up with one set of posts so I called it #101. Hope you’ll forgive me.

Today I’m in my poem-writing philosophical mode. Kind of like Shakespeare, you know. That’s because I visited with Daniel after he had back surgery. How’s he doing? Well, it’s been three days since the surgery and he can now put on his own shoes, sit on the toilet all by himself (and get up afterwards), and get out of bed in under five minutes. I know what you’re thinking: What’s with Daniel? Is he like two years old or something? Nope, it’s just that’s how hard it is to move around after you have back surgery. But he’ll come out of it okay. And maybe this poem will cheer him up. He usually thinks I’m kinda dumb so I’m going to surprise him with what I learned.

A NOT-SO-SPECIAL LOOKING BUILDING
by Dr. Crankenfuss
(copyright 2013–All rights reserved)

There’s a big brick building in my town
Pass by it nearly every day
Never give it a second thought
Or listen to what it could say

But this place possesses magic
Now I see what its plain walls hide
I could learn so much studying it
There’s a whole world that lives inside

It’s a house of promise
A den of fear
You wouldn’t believe
How much happens here

It’s full of life
It deals with death
Some see for the first time
Some breathe their last breath

Emergency is constant
Crisis is the norm
All who check in
Want to go home

Cancer is tearing a family apart
A boy is waiting for a brand new heart
Everyone prays to their deity
But no one knows what their end will be

By now you know it’s our hospital
A place of hope, sometimes miracles
So don’t be fooled by a plain looking face
Inside there might be thrills, dreams, and grace.

From Your Dude with the new ‘Tude (I ain’t judging a book by its cover no more)
Dr. Crankenfuss