Monday, May 11, 2009

The Sugar Bear

The sugar bear has teeth rotten and sharp
His sticky nose twitches at the smell of fear
His ruined forest is broken and brown
Your bones will sleep beneath its leaves

Bees made honey
Bees made wax
Man made fire
Man made the ax
The sugar bear has a forest
And fire wood was made to burn

Goldilocks may skip and laugh
Draw herself a hot blood bath
Porridge hot or porridge cold
Goldilocks won’t grow too old

Saturday, May 2, 2009