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Goldilocks


Goldilocks was a poor little orphan Who everyone knew but nobody cared Feeding herself was a burden she bared She says she's at fault for her misfortune

One day Goldilocks discovered a house The smell of porridge was calling her name So she chose to crawl through the window frame Nobody was home not even a mouse

She tried three bowls of porridge and chose one Her stomach now full she sits in some chairs She looks around and sees pictures of bears She wanted a nap and then she'd be done

She slept to long and the three bears came home She ran away and continued to roam

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