Sunday, June 23, 2013

Poetic Bloonings In the doorway where she stood

In and Out the Doorway

In the doorway where she stood
She pushed back her little red hood
Eyeing the quaint room inside
She’d like to rest. She bet she could.
And so did not do what she should.
All caution brushed aside

She wound up breaking Mama’s chair
Eating Baby’s porridge that was there
And mussing up Papa’s bed
The bears came in and they did glare
She awoke with fear beyond compare
So out the doorway, she fled



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