I think much of what is wrong with me today, is largely related to my early interaction with Nursery Rhymes as a child.
They are quite disturbing really. And as a result, I have ongoing consequences and effects due to that exposure.

For instance. Little Miss Muffet. Now…. she sat on her tuffet… eating her curds and whey. Okay. Gross. Why the heck would anyone munch down a bowl of curds and whey? Was she being punished? To this day… whenever I see the Cheesy Curds advertised on the Kentucky Fried Billboard… I have Miss Muffet Flashbacks. I would like to try a Cheesy Curd. But I can’t.

And what about Pease Porridge. What is Pease Porridge? Does anyone want it hot, or cold? I am not sure I want to eat any stinking thing that is nine days old.

People are perishing in Nursery Rhymes, left and right. Everybody is falling and they can’t get up. Ring around the rosy… we all fall down. Jack and Jill bite the dust. And that poor big egg… Humpty Dumpty. He fell off the wall. A great fall… but still… a fall.

Finally, Psychopath Peter. Could not keep his wife… so he stuffs her in a pumpkin shell.  Call CSI.

I have a feeling I’ll probably have some bad dreams tonight.

Maybe if I face my fear…. run in to town… and pick up an order of cheese curds? Maybe pumpkin pie would be better? Eggs over easy? No way in hell I’m eating rotten porridge though.

There……I draw the line.