Traditional Mother Goose rhymes are wonderful:
—Wild, rich, shocking, confusing, time-tested, a perfect base for beginning to learn…
Probable-Possible, my black hen,
She lays eggs in the Relative When.
She doesn’t lay eggs in the Positive Now
Because she’s unable to Postulate How.
[For a bit more of The Space Child’s Mother Goose, use the DOOR.]
Has lost her sheep
The radar has failed to find them.
They’ll all, face to face,
Meet in parallel space,
Preceding their leaders behind them.
Recurs in a future dimension
Since, in the past,
She won’t work very fast,
Her wages are held in suspension.
These are 3 poems from the 45-poem collection of The Space Child’s Mother Goose by Frederick Winsor, art by Marrian Parry (Simon and Schuster, 1958).