Hey-diddle-diddle, the nursery rhyme riddle
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One poem that John picked up on was the pastiche ‘Mary had a wheelchair’, a little poem about disability access: Mary had a wheelchair It rolled across the floor. And everywhere that Mary went She couldn’t get in the door. I may have underestimated this poem. In live performance I use it to follow ‘What happens to old epileptics?’. Being the darkest poem I read live, all about drowning in the bath and the like, it tends to leave audiences a little...