Tonight's Poet Corner: Mother Goose's Meltdown
Mother Goose's Meltdown
by Belinda Roddie
I sat down and shared a bowl
with the ever still merry Old King Cole.
We breathed in the smoke so we wouldn't
get sick, as the bridge behind us tumbled
like crumbling bricks.
Mary's lamb and Jack Corner's pie
sat on a table all cooked up and fried.
Dinner was delicious, and the nursery
rhymes crawled into our ears with
the grandfather chimes.
by Belinda Roddie
I sat down and shared a bowl
with the ever still merry Old King Cole.
We breathed in the smoke so we wouldn't
get sick, as the bridge behind us tumbled
like crumbling bricks.
Mary's lamb and Jack Corner's pie
sat on a table all cooked up and fried.
Dinner was delicious, and the nursery
rhymes crawled into our ears with
the grandfather chimes.
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