Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,

I hope this is not what the poet meant,

Because that is not how the story went.

Yes, Humpty Dumpty did sit on a wall,

But Humpty never had any fall,

It was only a trick he had played on the men,

Who couldn’t put Humpty together again.

Now Humpty Dumpty had gone to the store,

He’d run out of eggs, and he wanted some more,

On his way back, he took a short break,

He had a ways home, and he’d started to ache.

Humpty looked down at the men below,

He decided to trick them, he couldn’t say no,

He threw all those eggs, and started to yell,

As he hid in a bush, while all the eggs fell.

The eggs did break, and shatter, and splatter,

In front of the men, who were off in a chatter.

They screamed and they yelled, and they rushed to the scene,

Where fell “Humpty Dumpty”, whom they thought they had seen.

Humpty laughed to himself as they stared in amazement,

At the shattered remains of the eggs on the pavement,

They tried to assemble those eggs into Humpty,

But they never brought back that great Humpty Dumpty.

All of the while, he went on his way,

And nothing to no one did Ol’ Humpty say.

This is the story that we were not told,

That Humpty’s alive, alive and quite old.