My Nursery Rhyme

A Poem

By Pippa Browning

I once read
about the crooked man
and his crooked cat
and his crooked mouse
and his little-crooked house
but now I wonder
about this crooked man
who walked a crooked mile
I wonder about his crooked mind
and his crooked soul
or if he’ll have me for tea
to talk of our crooked hearts
I wonder if he’s lonely
in his little-crooked house
because the crooked cat
ate the crooked mouse
I wonder if the crooked man
thinks the whole world is crooked
I wouldn’t blame him as
his crooked ways
birthed crooked eyes
I wonder what crooked the man
and forced him to create a crooked life