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.
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This is such a charming poem, Shay.
ReplyDeletePlease check out your Ophelia poems, at Epiphany.
Thanks, Cynthia, sometimes I write something just for amusement.
ReplyDeleteI did come and look at the Ophelia poems, and i love the little names you gave us all ;-)