STORYBOOK LAND

I took a walk through a storybook.
I found Miss Muffet in a secluded nook.
She was eating her cottage cheese.
She said, “I don’t mind honeybees,
But no spiders, if you please.”
Down the road was Humpty Dumpty on his wall.
Said I, “Get off of there, you’ll surely fall!”
But I might have saved my breath,
He would die a horrible death.
Then I spied Little Bo Peep.
She had once again lost her sheep.
I told her they would come home,
But don’t expect them not to roam.
I passed the Old Woman in her shoe,
And all her little children too.
She said the shoe was mighty tight,
And she would have new lodging by tonight.
I saw Little Boy Blue rounding up his sheep.
They had run away while he was asleep.
I saw Little Jack Horner eating his pie.
“I really am a good boy,” he said with a sigh.
I saw the Three Little Pigs
Were building new digs,
Straw, twigs and brick,
Take your pick.
Jack was on his way up the beanstalk
So he didn’t have time to talk.
He didn’t know a giant he’d see,
But then he really should have asked me.
Little Red Riding Hood was going into the wood.
I would tell her not to, if I could,
But would she listen? No, not her.
She’d be fine at Grandma’s house, she was so sure.
Jack and Jill were heading up the hill,
And I knew they would take a spill.
But that’s the way it is in a storybook.
As I took a walk and had a look.

HW