A Victim of Slander

A Victim of Slander

By Elton Camp

An old lady once lived in the forest so deep
On day she was lying in her bed half-asleep
Then there came a noise she’d heard before
People outside, but not knocking at the door

“Oh, Gretel, this cottage should taste so good.”
He’d found it was made of sweets, not wood
Hansel and his sister then tore the house apart
But to do that without asking wasn’t very smart

“It’s kids damaging my little house some more.
Several times I’ve had to put up with that before.”
The crone hobbled to the door to ask ‘em inside
Not even once for vandalism did she them deride

Although their conduct had been extremely rude,
She sat them at her table and gave them some food
So to Hansel she gave his own private little room
Gretel became her housekeeper with a straw broom

On Hansel’s health the woman checked each day
And checked to see how much the boy did weigh
But despite all the things that for them she did do,
They ended up giving reason her kindness to rue

As if damaging her house wasn’t quite bad enough,
From her visitors there came even much worse stuff
And although the brother and sister looked very cute,
The helpless old woman they proceeded to execute

So if lost and homeless children show up at your door,
It doesn’t even pay to try to help them out anymore
As with that old lady, your reputation they may besmirch
It’s better that you play it safe and leave them in the lurch
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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April 7, 2011 at 8:25 PM
Judy, I am honored. Thanks. Over time I try to write on a variety of topics, some of them controversial. Elton
Konos Avatar
April 7, 2011 at 7:59 PM
I listed you as one of my favorite poets.."YOU GOT STYLE"..thanks
Culverhouse Avatar
April 3, 2011 at 2:28 PM
bad business...... no niceness left in our veins even if we did not have an excuse.
Nutter Avatar
April 3, 2011 at 12:12 PM
Enjoyed the read and the laugh.
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