I have a natural bent of mind that struggles to remain positive. My most sincere attempts to look at a half-filled glass of water as half-full, have lasted a maximum of 2 days (because I got really thirsty and I couldn't drink imaginary water). I sat down to do a reasonable analysis today, and logically deduced that my kidergarten teachers are to blame for my condition.
Ding Dong Bell, Pussy's in the Well
Who put her in? Little Johnny Thin
Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Stout
What a naughty boy was that to drown poor pussycat?
Wonder if the pussycat came out dead or alive? How appetising!
Born on Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday,
And that was the end of Solomon Grundy.
He lived for exactly a week. Nooraayusu!!
And of course, we have the case of Jack and Jill tumbling down the mountain, miserably failing to accomplish the simple task of fetching water; Humpty Dumpty, whom the entire Royal Army and Cavalry could not rescue; London Bridge that crashed down; besides others.
I dedicate this post to the memory of a dear friend, who passed away last night under very unfortunate circumstances. She was 21, and was extremely fond of cartoons and nursery rhymes. I will not cry for you, dear one; I will NOT make death triumphant by my tears...
Ring a ring o' roses, Pocket full of posies
Hussh-ah Bussh-ah... We all fall down!