Goldy Locks

August 10, 2017

Once upon a time/

There was a town called Rhyme/

And in this town was born a girl/

Who was know mostly for her golden curl/

Her unimaginative parents called her Goldy Locks/

Oh, this girl was stealthy as a fox/

What was once a simple plea for attention/

Soon turned to kleptomania without prevention/

She scavenged the countryside stealing food/

Not paying a cent for what she chewed/

One day she came upon the home of the Bears/

Who never thought anyone would take what was theirs/

But she ate their food and sat on their chairs/

And even slept in their beds upstairs/

After finding the girl asleep in their son's bed/

They called the cops before she fled/

Goldy Locks served time behind bars/

And the Bears installed locks on all their doors and their cars/

And this would have be the end of our tale/

Had the Bears son not bailed her out of jail/

You see he had fallen in love with the sleeping beauty/

And so he joined her on her quests for booty/

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