Guessing His Name Will Save My Child
This Rumpelstiltskin, he does rattle brains.
The spin of the straw is a golden pain.
Oh lies to the king!
My child of a fling.
This imp of a name, it must become plain.
I watch all the day and the night afraid
And gather the smartest of kingdom aid.
The flames of his rage
His name on the stage.
The glean from the spin, it is left unpaid.
1/28/2019
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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