A stitch past nine on borrowed time,
memories come rushing back
The Wolf is feasting in Grandma’s bed,
Red Riding Hood a snack
A Cow gets ready to jump again,
but the moon drops from the sky
Humpty Dumpty a mess on the floor,
Tweedle-dum starts to cry
The candle burns for Jack’s last jump,
a quickening funeral pyre
The stepmother screams, Cinderella hides,
her daughter’s dress on fire
Little Jack Horner abandons his corner,
curds harden and whey runs aground
As Mother Goose watches the Grimm Brothers die
—not a child in sight to be found
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: September 11th, 2019 22:00
- Category: Unclassified
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