Gather ’round, for it’s time for an SMM horror nursery rhyme sleepover. Dead Donovan’s werewolf doll ran into the woods, and now he can’t sleep. Would you read some terror-filled stories or poems to him? He’s addicted to disturbing and gruesome nightmares. Slip into your cozy, black and red striped Freddy Krueger pajamas…
…don’t forget those Sasquatch slippers!
Share your spine-chilling creations with all the horror-starved monsters!
Do monsters live on the Moon? Of course! Julie FitzGerald made first contact with celestial monstrosities, so now there’s no more reason to be alone in the universe! Participate in the SMM event and you’ll automatically receive a chance to win Julie FitzGerald Monster’s & Moon ACEO painting (frame not included). Ponder the deep questions while you decorate a wall and you’ll never be alone in the universe…Moon Monsters are here to keep you company!
- Help Dead Donovan go to sleep! Write a horror nursery rhyme.
- Who’s there? Share a Knock Knock joke involving a character from a nursery rhyme.
- Once upon a time: create a horrific nursery rhyme character
Horror Nursery Rhyme
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
Don’t come close; stay very far.
Hide and never try to find me,
or I will stab you repeatedly!
Leave a comment…
…play a game!
A Word From Julie
Julie FitzGerald is a mixed media artist based in Toronto. Her curiosity and imagination often take her on wild adventures, exploring the strange and mysterious worlds she loves to create.
She takes an intuitive approach to painting and drawing, and can usually be found in her studio with a cup of coffee and cat nearby.
Aside from her creative endeavours, Julie is passionate about nature and spends a lot of time outdoors.
Julie loves visiting galleries and museums, taking in a great book or movie, and listening to music.
Favourite artists include Rusudan Khizanishvili, Paul Ruiz, and Francis Bacon, to name just a few.
Fabulous Blog Event Participants
Jill chased Jack up the hill
to push him down the well;
Jack fell down and then he drown,
and Jill was motivated to run faster.
Belly, belly, open up,
I want to eat your meat and drink your blood!
Then I’ll howl at the Moon,
Eating eyes with a non-silver spoon!
Ring around the Rosie
Pockets full of poppies
When at last she begins to sleep
Into her brain dark dreams will creep
And ’til the rising of the sun
Those wicked dreams will have such fun.
Jack was nimble, Jack was quick,
Jack slit a throat,
red ick ick ick.
Jill was chubby, hell Jill was fat,
Jack slit her throat
and that was that.
Jack was crafty, Jack was fly,
Jack slit Jill’s throat,
no one did cry.
Jack was nimble, Jack was quick,
but someone slit Jack’s throat,
no ain’t that slick?
Willie pushed his sister Nell,
down the family drinking well.
Mother lost her darling daughter,
now we sterilize our water.
Little boy blue,
Go haunt your strangler;
He snuck up on you
And lassoed you like a wrangler.
Your face is the color of blueberry.
Make him pay,
Drag him to the cemetery,
Where he can decay.
Hickory dickory dock,
the mouse pulled out a Glock,
he killed the cat
and that was that —
except that the cat had eight lives left and so he took his Smith and Wesson out and blasted that rodent six ways to hell!
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