Hey Diddle Diddle

DishSpoon

The sign on the door read “Mother Goose Marriage Counselling”.

Mother Goose adjusted her spectacles and gazed at the couple in front of her. It had been a long day and she was really looking forward to getting home and putting her feet up by the fire.

“So, let’s just start from the beginning,” she said, “Ms. Dish . . .”

“It all started with the Cow . . .”

“No, you’re getting it wrong again. It was the Cat I tell you, with that crazy instrument of his. If he hadn’t been playing that, the Cow never would have jumped!”

“Well, if the Cow hadn’t jumped, we wouldn’t be in this mess . . .”

“You didn’t complain at the time. You were happy to get away. You said the Little Dog was laughing at you.”

“Oh, Hey Diddle Diddle! Here we go again. Always stirring it up, aren’t you Spoon?

“Now Ms. Dish,” interjected Mother Goose, “there’s no need for that kind of language here! So what happened next, after you two eloped?”

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Hey Diddle Diddle was originally published in the charity anthology Pick Your Poison, available on Amazon.

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