Too hot…..
too cold….
somtimes things just aren’t right.
A poem.
Image via Wikipedia
Grizzly perched upon his chair
wouldn’t trust Goldilocks anywhere
Out of my sight?
What might she do?
(He liked a drink,
and violence too.)
So when he thought
she might be cheating
he brought the pack
to do some beating.
Throughout the night
the bear did roar
‘you are too cold’
and too, ‘a whore!’
The next bear
Found Goldi in bed
and mauled her for his fun
not wanting her to get too close
he went upon the run.
‘You are too hot’ the black bear growled
her tears splashed on the floor
But as she looked into his eyes
he’d been here once before.
The third bear’s paws were soft as down
with Goldy in is sight,
he whispered,
‘You know what I think?
You’ll do for me just right.’
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!
