Silly Rhymes Novels & Stories

I struggled to stay awake but I couldn't and a familiar lyrics kept running through my head “I love you, a bushel love you, a bushel and a peck A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap A barrel and a heap and I'm talkin' in my sleep About you, about you. 'Cause I love you, a bushel and a peck You bet your purdy neck, I do A doodle oodle, ooh doo A doodle oodle, oodle, ooh doo I love you, a bushel and a peck A bushel and a peck though you make my heart a wreck

I think the only way to describe it is SHIT! “That’s it. The witch has SHIT brown eyes. New meaning to the phrase, full of shit.” I laughed as she glared at me, making a zipper motion over her mouth and the sound of my laughter became muffled as my lips were forced shut. If I can’t talk, I’ll still be a nuisance because guess what? I can make NOISES! So I started to hum the song ‘Baa Baa Black Sheep,’ but in my head, I was singing ‘Baa Baa Shit Witch.’ I have a lovely singing voice. They really should let me sing it for them.

“You…both of you don’t love me anymore?” Ryker threw his head back in that laughter that always did crazy things to the pit of her belly. “Silly. Silly. Silly. Your mama is so silly.” The baby giggled, the sound of her laugh the most melodious sound, Savannah has ever heard. “look into our heart, Savannah. Close your eyes.”

, I thought smiling He also smiled and staring away Why are crying Lily? He asked again Hmm, call me baby, I said smiling Ok baby, tell me why you are crying, He said blushing I also blushed Well, Im scared of the dark, I said He looked into my eyes so sweetly I stared away My heart keeps pounding You are shy? He asked staring at me Stop staring at me like that, I said looking down He smiled Thats why you are shy right? He asked sweetly

But one of these things is not like the others Like a rainbow with all of the colors Baby doll, when it comes to a lover I promise that you'll never find another like Me-e-e, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh I'm the only one of me Baby, that's the fun of me Eeh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh You're the only one of you Baby, that's the fun of you And I promise that nobody's gonna love you like me-e-e

You’re my honeybunch, sugarplum Pumpy-umpy-umpkin You’re my sweetie pie You’re my cuppycake Gumdrop, snoogums-boogums With every hum she makes, she gives horror to the entire trespasser she passes, and until she gets on the elevator, her hum continues. You’re the apple of my eye And I love you so and I want you to know

Buzz, hiss-hiss, flicker. Laughter, like a teenage girl’s giggle. Then music. It was just one of those things Just one of those crazy flings One of those bells that now and then rings Just one of those things. The door closed. The lock clicked. The lights went out. “She’s not your sweetheart,” gurgled a child-like voice. Randy never even had time to scream.

he asks. Rage engulfs me as I look into the eyes of the male who rejected me. Chest heaving, I step back and look down at my soiled figure. My thoughts flicker for a moment, distracting me from any coherent response. Walking toward a nearby rock, I slide my hand across the coarse surface and rhyme. There was an old lady who swallowed a bird; How absurd to swallow a bird. She swallowed the bird to catch the spider, She swallowed the spider to catch the fly;

he said, a little confused. “What was that about?” said Jenny. She was staring at me, x-ray vision on max. “Nothing. Just remembering something.” There’d be time enough later, right now my speedrun record was floundering at the first hurdle. “Don’t worry about singing well. Nursery rhymes, ‘Daisy Daisy’, ‘Frere Jacques’... anything with a simple melody, the simpler the better.” I turned to Flossie. “Absolutely no Celine Dion. Ever.” Flossie looked startled by my sudden decree. “Wha...?”

And if that mockingbird won't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glass gets broke, Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat. And if that billy goat won't pull, Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull. And if that cart and bull turn over, Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover. And if that dog named Rover won't bark, Mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart.