Rashi Soni Poet Prose

Rumpelstiltskin

RUMPELSTILTSKIN 

Rumpelstiltskin , Rumpelstiltskin,
From hay to gold he could spin,
A room full of it,
Sitting in the heat,
He could spin all day and night,
After saving the Queen,
Over her child he would fight.
“Guess my name and you would be free,
To guess my name, I give you chances three,”
So the queen kept guessing,”Tom? Timber?Timothy?” ,
For two days out of three,
But to all her answers he said no
And went home singing,”I’m Rumpelstiltskin, Ho!”
But the Queen had sent by a very good spy,
To get his name, who made one earth and sky,
The next day when he came,
The Queen started guessing his name,
“Tim,Robert,Smith or Tuessing?
“No,” said the man who could gold spin,
Then the Queen  slyly asked,” Is it Rumpelstiltskin?”
He was son angry that his foot he stamped,
And turned into a shelf of books all crammed!

03.07.2020
Rashi Soni
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