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At Montague House, the children's home that housed 20 abandoned kids including me, oral story-telling was considered recreation. In between fighting with each other (we did that a lot) we would sometimes sit around & tell each other stories, recite poems & nursery rhymes. Most of which I enjoyed except one...."There was a little girl who had a little curl..."  Based on a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow this nursery rhyme always gave me the creeps, so when I heard it again recently I decided I would re-write the ending....

                                                    Maureen Tuohy

 

 

 

tHERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL 

You take your 

finger

linger

on my memory switch

itch

scratch

the six year old girl

who had a curl

right in the middle

of her forehead

 

Now forward 

in time

You tell me

"erase the line..

'& when she was bad

she was horrid' "

 

now write

 

"There was a little girl

who had a little curl

right in the middle

of her forehead

& when she was good

she was very very good

& when she was bad

she was....

still lovely

still beautiful

still mine"

 

 

 

Apparently the original nursery rhyme is now considered 'lost'...I for one am glad about that!

 

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