The Truth Behind The Fairy Tale

The Truth Behind The Fairy Tale

Not A Nice Girl

By Jenni

There once was a girl
Of nefarious intent
On breaking and entering
She was intent.

Through windows and door
Through keyholes and crack
She listened and poked
Looking for booty of which she was lack

Oh she was a terror
Bent on her schemes
Of capture and punishment
She NEVER dreamed

One day in the forest
She found and abode
What wonderful offerings
It was her mother load

Chairs of all sorts
And food all laid out
She’d sample it all
Of this she had no doubt

She went to the first
Finding it Cold
And too hot was the second
But the third – she was sold

She guzzled and gulped
This wonderful fare
Not dreaming at all
She was in the lair of a bear

The house was a trap
Set by the marshals of law
Ignorant of this
No idea what’s in store

The porridge was laced
With the help of a witch
Whose home she had burgled
That was the clinch

Needing a nap
After eating her fill
She tried to lie down
But the bed suited ill.

The next was no better
What’s this she did cry
But there on the third 
She did finally lie

Out of the closet
Stepped the old father bear
Rubbing his hands
She’s caught in our snare

From that day to this
No sign has been seen
Of that nefarious girl
Not even a gleam

For you see 
that while he was  law
Papa was still
A bear tooth and claw.

Really something to keep in mind if burgling the lair of a bear.

I wrote this for the March Madness Challenge but decided it was worth a re-run for this Weekend’s Challenge Theme of humorous prose or poetry.  Hope you enjoy.