Hoodwinked

Gold E. Locks was a young girl on a mission.

She came to crack-down on those bears—the ones who’d escaped from prison.

They were a small crew, living under a new disguise.

A family of three, she was told by the neighbors, none of them the wise.

The bears played kind and lovable, and the youngest could pass for a child;

the thought of it so was funny, she couldn’t help it, she smiled.

'But they were no match for Gold E.,' she thought, 'she was one step ahead!'

She decided to wait for them in their home, laying right under their bed.

In this story, however, she felt she made no mistake.

Nothing was out of place: no beds, nor chairs, nor bowls or plates.

She knew she would catch them, whatever it took.

For this time there was no thing that had been overlooked.

“Wait ‘till they get home,” she whispered, “there’s no way they know I’m here!”

Unluckily for Gold E., the bears had long disappeared.

They had already fled the country, but that she didn’t know.

The three had been tipped off by one the questioned neighbors, John Doe.

I forgot to mention it before, but I feel I should mention it now.

Gold E. Locks was a horrible detective; she wouldn’t have caught those bears anyhow.