Wednesday, May 13, 2009
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
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
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