Gather ’round, for it’s time for an SMM horror nursery rhyme sleepover. Dead Donovan’s werewolf doll ran into the woods, and now he can’t sleep. Would you read some terror-filled stories or poems to him? He’s addicted to disturbing and gruesome nightmares. Slip into your cozy, black and red striped Freddy Krueger pajamas…
…don’t forget those Sasquatch slippers!
Share your spine-chilling creations with all the horror-starved monsters!
Do monsters live on the Moon? Of course! Julie FitzGerald made first contact with celestial monstrosities, so now there’s no more reason to be alone in the universe! Participate in the SMM event and you’ll automatically receive a chance to win Julie FitzGerald Monster’s & Moon ACEO painting (frame not included). Ponder the deep questions while you decorate a wall and you’ll never be alone in the universe…Moon Monsters are here to keep you company!
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- Help Dead Donovan go to sleep! Write a horror nursery rhyme.
- Who’s there? Share a Knock Knock joke involving a character from a nursery rhyme.
- Once upon a time: create a horrific nursery rhyme character
Horror Nursery Rhyme
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
Don’t come close; stay very far.
Hide and never try to find me,
or I will stab you repeatedly!
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A Word From Julie
Julie FitzGerald is a mixed media artist based in Toronto. Her curiosity and imagination often take her on wild adventures, exploring the strange and mysterious worlds she loves to create.
She takes an intuitive approach to painting and drawing, and can usually be found in her studio with a cup of coffee and cat nearby.
Aside from her creative endeavours, Julie is passionate about nature and spends a lot of time outdoors.
Julie loves visiting galleries and museums, taking in a great book or movie, and listening to music.
Favourite artists include Rusudan Khizanishvili, Paul Ruiz, and Francis Bacon, to name just a few.
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Fabulous Blog Event Participants
Jill chased Jack up the hill
to push him down the well;
Jack fell down and then he drown,
and Jill was motivated to run faster.
Belly, belly, open up,
I want to eat your meat and drink your blood!
Then I’ll howl at the Moon,
Eating eyes with a non-silver spoon!
* oglach
Ring around the Rosie
Pockets full of poppies
When at last she begins to sleep
Into her brain dark dreams will creep
And ’til the rising of the sun
Those wicked dreams will have such fun.
Jack was nimble, Jack was quick,
Jack slit a throat,
red ick ick ick.
Jill was chubby, hell Jill was fat,
Jack slit her throat
and that was that.
Jack was crafty, Jack was fly,
Jack slit Jill’s throat,
no one did cry.
Jack was nimble, Jack was quick,
but someone slit Jack’s throat,
no ain’t that slick?
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Willie pushed his sister Nell,
down the family drinking well.
Mother lost her darling daughter,
now we sterilize our water.
Little boy blue,
Go haunt your strangler;
He snuck up on you
And lassoed you like a wrangler.
Your face is the color of blueberry.
Make him pay,
Drag him to the cemetery,
Where he can decay.
Hickory dickory dock,
the mouse pulled out a Glock,
he killed the cat
and that was that —
except that the cat had eight lives left and so he took his Smith and Wesson out and blasted that rodent six ways to hell!
Jill chased Jack up the hill
to push him down the well;
Jack fell down and then he drown,
and Jill was motivated to run faster.
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lol! I bet Jill can now be a marathon runner.
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Jill is currently participating in a triathlon.
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Belly, belly, open up,
I want to eat your meat and drink your blood!
Then I’ll howl at the Moon,
Eating eyes with a non-silver spoon!
😈
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Deliciously macabre! That would be awful; to eat with a non-silver spoon! 😀
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Mother Goose would be proud of your horrific creativity!
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Julie’s art is fantastic. I love how versatile an artist she is!
Hmm. Speaking of nursery rhymes, here’s one I read in an antique Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme book:
TELL-tale-tit,
Your tongue shall be slit,
And all the dogs in the town
Shall have a little bit.
I guess folks hated tattle tales even long ago! 😀
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Well…dogs have to eat, right?
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I wonder what the cats ate?
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They ate the canine tattletales.
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Snitches get stitches. 🙂 I’ve got nothing much, so just for fun, no contest—
Ring around the Rosie
Pockets full of poppies
When at last she begins to sleep
Into her brain dark dreams will creep
And ’til the rising of the sun
Those wicked dreams will have such fun.
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I’m sure those wicked dreams partied all night long!
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Ooh! Nice one; makes me want to be in on the wicked dreams!
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JUST FOR FUN!
Jack was nimble, Jack was quick,
Jack slit a throat,
red ick ick ick.
Jill was chubby, hell Jill was fat,
Jack slit her throat
and that was that.
Jack was crafty, Jack was fly,
Jack slit Jill’s throat,
no one did cry.
Jack was nimble, Jack was quick,
but someone slit Jack’s throat,
no ain’t that slick?
~~dru~~
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Certainly slick and ick ick ick! Jack was wack.
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lol! Jack was Fly? I should’ve known. 😆 Cool rhyme, Dru!!
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AND one from many whiles ago that I haven’t made up but need to share, it is called a “Little Willie”
Willie pushed his sister Nell,
down the family drinking well.
Mother lost her darling daughter,
now we sterilize our water.
Good night all ~~dru~~
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My water tasted a little funny…hmmm…
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No wonder Jack fell down after fetching water! He must’ve caught a glimpse of skeletal Nell 😜☠️
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Little boy blue,
Go haunt your strangler;
He snuck up on you
And lassoed you like a wrangler.
Your face is the color of blueberry.
Make him pay,
Drag him to the cemetery,
Where he can decay.
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Face the color of blueberry? The strangler deserved and earned their final resting place, that’s for damn sure. Blueberries are gross.
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They’re good for your insides . . .
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I used to make blueberry bonbons. You’re right — berries shouldn’t be underestimated.
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Great rhyme — makes me glad I’m dead! I love blueberries and grapes. My face is the color of grapes on this post. Thanks Fly!
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I’d give you a blueberry bonbon…but you no longer have a digestive system.
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Hickory dickory dock,
the mouse pulled out a Glock,
he killed the cat
and that was that —
except that the cat had eight lives left and so he took his Smith and Wesson out and blasted that rodent six ways to hell!
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A cartoony and twisted perspective on a classic rhyme!
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Lol. Payback’s a bitch.
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