Poor Baby

A new nursery rhyme, which popped into my head in the night. This one is sad. Newgate was, among other things, the prison for debtors.

Poor Baby

 

There’s a baby crying,

Don’t you hear it wail?

Its mama’s up in Heaven;

Its dad’s in Newgate jail.

Author's Note

Initial reactions and constructive criticism welcome. This is meant to resemble a traditional nursery rhyme.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Again, you've captured the spirit of the old style. As I read the first line, I thought, "Hush-a-by, don't you cry..."

[Debbie Barry]

Thanks, Samuel! I'm really pleased that you enjoyed it, and glad you had that reaction.