In crowded avenues
I've put myself to good use
Went and chopped up the wood
Took a leaf from your book
Pushed myself there
Yesterday I overheard my mama
Saying something I don't want to hear
Now I'm smaller than ever
Yesterday I overheard my mama
Saying something I don't want to hear
I heard it with my own two ears
My ears don't lie to me
They wouldn't
My ears don't fall for illusions
Like a body welcomes the prodrome
I have my magic boots on
How many times will I have to save my life?
The ogre has stopped to rest
By my breath
I can't focus, I can't focus
Yesterday I overheard my mama
Saying something I don't want to hear
Now I'm smaller than ever
Yesterday I overheard my mama
Saying something I don't want to hear
She said goodbye to them
Goodbye to them
Goodbye to the brethren
Goodbye to Hop-o'-My-Thumb
I never thought I would've been neglected
I never expected it.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 20th, 2020 13:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Based on Little Poucet by Charles Perrault
- Category: Short story
- Views: 11
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