Saturday, July 2, 2022


 Oranges and lemons 
Say the bells of St. Clement's 
You owe me five farthings 
Say the bells of St. Martin's 
When will you pay me? 
Say the bells of Old Bailey 
When I grow rich 
Say the bells of Shoreditch 
And when will that be? 
Say the bells of Stepney 
I do not know 
Say the great bells of Bow 
Here comes a candle 
To light you to bed 
And here comes a chopper 
To chop off your head
traditional English nursery rhyme


Michele said...

very lovely art, wistful and pretty. the poem gets dark though... xo

Sim said...

You still have so much talent with compositions and transparencies, dear Deann.
I can almost smell that delicious smell through her nostrils...
This children's song is really terrible in its genre.
What I like (among other things) about you is that we often learn something in addition to feasting our eyes!
Be happy, relax and still creating my friend. HUGS!

Cindy McMath said...

Lovely layering Deann!