Playground Rhymes

[Marxo]

I went to school (many, many years ago) in both West and East Sussex and the school rhymes as far as I can remember were very similar. Here are a few that are still stuck in my memory. Anyone got any others from long ago?

Sunshine girl
I'm looking down your bra
I see two round things
I wonder what they are
Would you invite me
To squeeze them tightly
That would delight me
My sunshine girl

We three kings of Leicester Square
Selling knickers tuppence a pair
So fantastic
No elastic
Very unsafe to wear

Hot snot & bogey pie
mixed together with a dead dog's eye
Put in a dish & bake it quick
and wash it down with a jug of sick

My friend Billy
Had a ten foot Willy
He showed it to the girl next door
She thought it was a snake
And hit it with a rake
Now it's only four foot four

Say what you will, school dinners make you ill
and Davey Crocket died of Shepherd's pie
Our school dindins come from pig bins
Out of town

 

[Janbha]

in the german town where they hang you upside down
and they paint rude pictures on the walls
your hair grows quick
from your belly to your prick
and the rats play billiards with your balls .

God , roll on next season .

 

[Neecha]

I went to school (many, many years ago) in both West and East Sussex and the school rhymes as far as I can remember were very similar. Here are a few that are still stuck in my memory. Anyone got any others from long ago?

Sunshine girl
I'm looking down your bra
I see two round things
I wonder what they are
Would you invite me
To squeeze them tightly
That would delight me
My sunshine girl

We three kings of Leicester Square
Selling knickers tuppence a pair
So fantastic
No elastic
Very unsafe to wear

Hot snot & bogey pie
mixed together with a dead dog's eye
Put in a dish & bake it quick
and wash it down with a jug of sick

My friend Billy
Had a ten foot Willy
He showed it to the girl next door
She thought it was a snake
And hit it with a rake
Now it's only four foot four

Say what you will, school dinners make you ill
and Davey Crocket died of Shepherd's pie
Our school dindins come from pig bins
Out of town

Somebody call NSC security!!

 

[backson]

in the german town where they hang you upside down
and they paint rude pictures on the walls
your hair grows quick
from your belly to your prick
and the rats play billiards with your balls .

God , roll on next season .

We had a slight alternative in Worthing:-

In a Turkish jail, where they hang you up with nails
And they draw dirty pictures on the wall
Where your hair grows quick
From your head down to your dick
And the mice play billiards with your balls

 

[Trelford Mills Guide Dog]

A personal favourite from the school yard, and particularly apt following the 'poo-gate' saga ...

It slips and slides,
Down our back-sides,
Diarrhoea ... Diarrhoea,
If the smell doesn't linger,
Don't use paper,
Use your finger,
Diarrhoea ... Diarrhoea, etc.

Aah, it's like a hymn.

 

[Tubby Mondays]

A personal favourite from the school yard, and particularly apt following the 'poo-gate' saga ...

It slips and slides,
Down our back-sides,
Diarrhoea ... Diarrhoea,
If the smell doesn't linger,
Don't use paper,
Use your finger,
Diarrhoea ... Diarrhoea, etc.

Aah, it's like a hymn.

I was climbing up a tree
And it dribbled down my knew
Diarrhoea ... Diarrhoea,

You walk across the class
And it squirts out your arse
Diarrhoea ... Diarrhoea,

 

[Stoichkov]

Brilliant thread. Very evocotive.

Diarrhoea ... Diarrhoea
Some think its funny
Diarrhoea ... Diarrhoea
Its really wet & runny

 

[Buzzer]

Jesus Christ Superstar
Looks like a woman and he wears a bra
Rode a bike (?) killed a kid
Got his balls stuck on the petrol lid.

 

[Buzzer]

On top of my gravy all covered in cheese
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed
It rolled over the table and onto the floor
Then my poor meatball was dinner no more [not sure about the last line]

 

[Marxo]

On top of my gravy all covered in cheese
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed
It rolled over the table and onto the floor
Then my poor meatball was dinner no more [not sure about the last line]

I remember it like this:

On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.

I think there was more, something about the garden possibly.