Gary, Gary, Quite Hairy by Gary R. Hess
Gary! Ah, my name: the subject of many cruel jokes while going through school. But with such a name, it's a must to have some sort of humor about yourself. This short poem is a play on Mother Goose's "Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary."
Category: Funny poems "Gary, Gary, Quite Hairy" Gary, Gary, quite hairy, How does your hair grow? Silver bangs and black stains, And pretty 'burns all for show. by Gary R. Hess Written August 11, 2008The modern version
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells, And pretty maids all in a row.The first known printing in 1744
Mistress Mary, Quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With Silver Bells, And Cockle Shells, And so my garden grows.
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