Goldilocks, the little beast
She didn’t care a jot,
She robbed the rich she robbed the poor
She robbed the blinking lot.
She sneaked into the Bear’s house-
That sweet and happy home-
And broke the chairs and trashed the beds
And stole their mobile phones.
She even ate their porridge,
After pinching all their money
But then…
they caught her at it
And they ate her with some honey.
The moral of this story,
In case you didn’t get it
Is never rob a bear’s house,
They tend not to forget it.
Poem ©2013 Katrhryn Evans
Illustration ©2013 Bridget Strevens-Marzo
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