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Baker rhyme
John O’Mill indachtig die precies veertien jaar geleden stierf
one two three four five
the baker hit his wife
he was a stone cold kikker
gave her flink on her flikker
with a hard wooden hammertje
her blood splashed in an emmertje
while she fell on the kitchen floor
she cried: you’re crazy as a door
although her skin was bont and blue
the ploort hit firmly through and through
in fact he did his outmost best
until she laid there out of west
but please consider on de keper
this is just larrycook on paper
long live such written rhymes
that’s how we teach kids crimes:
one four three four five
the baker hit his wife