Saturday, July 12, 2008

Mother Goose

Little Bo Peep

Says bugger these sheep,

Gets in her Subaru and heads downtown

Little Miss Muffet

Tells her old man to stuff it,

Now she's an icon of the fashion underground

The Queen of Hearts

Says I can't stand tarts,

I want a double mocha latte and a scone

While the Woman In The Shoe

Says forget the lot of you,

I want a Second Street loft to call my own

By page ninety-nine

Mother Goose gets out of rhymes

And starts a trendy vegan bistro on the strand

And quick as you like

They all become dykes,

And in the evenings they're an all-woman band.



Cynthia said...

This is such a charming poem, Shay.
Please check out your Ophelia poems, at Epiphany.

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, Cynthia, sometimes I write something just for amusement.

I did come and look at the Ophelia poems, and i love the little names you gave us all ;-)