When we think of a rhyme, with which we passed time, as a child in the playground at school, It would be a short ditty, but much more the pity, itd be quite mundane as a rule. For old Jack and Miss Jill, would never speak ill, of their partner beside them in verse. But it caused me to wonder, if the truth we could plunder, would their actual behaviour be worse? Would we discover, that Jill was a lover, of violence and mayhem and death? Or would Little Bo Peep, being fed up with sheep, curse them silently under her breath? And so in this book, well be taking a look at the criminal lives of a few, Of our favourite rhymees, and I trust it will please, or at least raise a giggle or two!
