Naked Nursery Rhyme



Peter Peter 
fire eater 
had a 
wife 
& 
wouldn’t 
keep her 


He kissed 
that girl 
& 
made her 
cry 


His tongue 
could burn 
O 
when would 
she learn 
not to 
play with 
fire?


--Valeri Beers 

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