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Week 13 Story (Nursery Rhyme Remix)

Babes In The Wood:

My love, did you hear,
How in a land so near,
Two poor little kids,
Whose names don't appear,
Were stolen away on a brisk autumn's day,
And left in a wood, near the church where we pray.

And when it was cold ,
And there hearts grew less bold,
The sun it went down,
And the stars came around.
They shivered and they shook, and they hugged in a nook,
And the poor little ones, the'r short life was done.

And when they were gone,
The world was so wrong
Brought strawberry-leaves
And sang a sad song,
And all the day long
They sung all along:
"Poor babes in the wood! The babes were so good!
And don't you remember the babes in the wood?"



Chaucer's Little Hugh:

Old Mother Duck, when
She wanted to roam,
Would ride through the sea
On a very fine stone.

Mother Duck had a home,
But was never alone,
With an owl at the door
A job he stood for.

This is her son Matt,
A plain-looking boy,
And yet very fat,
Though filled with such joy.

She sent him to market,
A turkey he bought,
"Here, Mother," he says,
"It will not go for lot."

Jack's turkey and her gander
Grew very close;
They'd both eat together,
Or cook a fine roast.

Jack found one day,
As it has been said,
His goose had given him
A pencil with fine lead.

Jack hurried to his home
The news for to spread;
She call'd him a good boy,
And buy him a new bed.

Author's Note: I rewrote these tow nursery rhymes with the intension of not changing anything to drastically at all. I really wanted to capture the same essence of each poem but still put my own twist on it. They are both pretty well-known older nursery rhymes although the second one is cut a little shorter than usual. I found that it was easier to keep the stanzas and format relatively the same as the original stories and just change key facts and ideas about each nursery rhymes. I also had to do two poems in order to reach the appropriate amount of words for this assignment. 

Bibliography:
Chaucer's Little Hugh
Babes In The Wood

Comments

  1. Hello hello,

    Just wanted to say that I really did enjoy reading these two. I feel like it must've been tough rhyming these into stories, but I would not be surprised if you were a poet. I really think it is cool how you kept the same stanzas and format which makes for a good rhyme scheme. Great job so far and I can tell you are working hard. Have a great rest of the semester.

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  2. Hey Lauryn!

    These two nursery rhymes were excellently done! You did exactly as you said and kept the feel of the original poems. I particularly enjoyed reading the first story, "Babes in the Wood," mostly because its rhyme scheme. And despite it having somewhat of a sad ending, I still felt as if it were upbeat and cheery. Fantastic job and good luck with wrapping up the semester.

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  3. Hello, Lauryn!

    I am back for more riveting stories! I am not going to lie, it is not often that I come across a story that features the use of rhyme, so your story has already earned brownie points with me! Kudos to you for being able to rewrite these two nursery rhymes so well! I am really impressed! I know this is the end for this class, but you should continue nurturing your writing talent elsewhere!

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