Pa Pa Riddle Rumper
Pa Pa Riddle Rumper ol’ man Chew
He don’t chew tabaccy and he don’t chew stew
And he don’t chew stew
And he don’t like you!
Pa Pa Riddle Rumper ol’ man Chew

“No! I’m not chewing anything! Read the poem, idiot!”
Pa Pa Riddle Rumper ol’ man Chaw
He don’t know nothin’ and he hates his ma
And he hates his ma
And he pesters his pa!
Pa Pa Riddle Rumper ol’ man Chaw

Pa Pa Riddle Rumper Flack Jack Flea
He don’t know nothin’ cuz he just can’t see
Cuz he just can’t see
Cuz he drank beef tea!
Pa Pa Riddle Rumper Flack Jack Flea

Pa Pa Riddle Rumper Nickerbocker Nug
I’ll take a sip from your crummy ol’ jug
From your crummy ol’ jug
That you always do lug!
Pa Pa Riddle Rumper Nickerbocker Nug

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Until next time . . . I love you

“No. Go get your own poem. Now scram!”
Wonderfully insane.
Thanks Mike! I think I may need to cut down on my mercury consumption . . .
Stew…lol That’s what I fed Hubby last night and he’s getting again tonight..
Oh you definitely have to make use of those leftovers!
I find it odd that while he won’t eat beef stew, he happily drinks beef tea.
Looking forward to the upcoming chapter about that in the much-awaited biography, Pa Pa Riddle Rumper and the Dichotomy of Consumed Meat.
Fun fact – the Bloody Bull, cousin of the Bloody Mary, is beef soup with a shot of vodka.
And one of the few alcoholic beverages I probably wouldn’t drink.
Ha! I dont’ think I would drink a bloody bull either. Although that would make a great name for a vampire bar! How this got a meat theme is beyond me, but then again this whole poem is beyond me. I have no idea how my brain, Peanuts, came up with it since I think Peanuts prefers nuts.
Pa Pa Riddle Rumper Dichotomy of Consumed Meat! I’ll set Peanuts to work on it ASAP!
Shel Silverstein eat your heart out.
Helena! You are so good for my ego! 😀
Well done Linda, entertaining as always..
Thank you so much Michael. 😀
Well at least no one got ‘done in’ this time… Diane
Haha! And I have no idea why. As Guap pointed out, this kind of came out with a meat theme! Go figure . . .
I wish I had known this rhyme in elementary school. It’s far superior to the “my mother” jump rope rhymes!!
Thank you honey! 😀 I can’t remember the old ones we used to say. I sure wish I could.