That Goldilocks, a miss or a misfit,
How did she spin a classic charming theme?
Breaks and enters, she gets away with it -
Runaway teen in home invasion scheme!
Her arrogance exceeds all social norms,
Her conscience strikes unprecedented deal:
Not only unaware bears’ home she storms,
She barges in and settles for a meal!
But not until she vandalizes by,
Breaks a few chairs, bends spoons, too cool to care.
Guess what catches her burglar’s savvy eye?!
Sweet sentimental stuff of baby bear!
And then she acts as if she owns the place -
She’s heading for a snooze, all fed and chill.
Guess what she chooses as her resting base?! Innocent baby’s beddy, better still!
Now you tell me how classic is the tale,
Why is this blonde protagonist indeed?
She should be held in custody, no bail,
Goldie’s Breaking Bad story banned to read.
Red Riding Hood, another drifting child,
Chatting up wolves - likelihood to turn wild.
Categories:
goldie, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Goldie Blocks had no fear of anything – not closets, the dark or stairs.
Faerie tales did not scare her, she did not fear lions, tigers or bears.
She is fearless, her mother and her father agreed about their child.
They allowed her to roam the land. Goldie Blocks was rather wild.
The neighbors said “I would raise her this way and that”.
Some thought she might need a paddling with a pit and a pat.
Her parents liked her confidence, and kept their way with her.
She grew up self-assured, honest, with integrity simple and pure.
She had no fear of adults, teachers, science, math or books.
Nursery rhymes had not frightened her – neither did knives or hooks.
She stomped on her nightmares and chased the bogey man away.
When bears woke her up from her nap, she was ready to play.
Categories:
goldie, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Ty Coon became a millionaire
With lots of friends & ladies fair
But filled with lust
He soon went bust
For she could blow it fair and square
Categories:
goldie, lust,
Form: Limerick
Trudging through the snow, her cubs lag behind...oblivious
Haven't seen a seal for days, perhaps weeks
There are few ice-bergs left to hunt upon
Adrift in the ocean...think again
It's not a coincidence fossils of mammoths are being found more than ever
Soon you won't need your pithy pants...or snow shoes
Soon...someone might be sleeping in your bed
Pithy Pants 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
2/14/2019
Categories:
goldie, environment,
Form: Light Verse
Our Golden Girl, Lady Goldies Locks
was kicked out of the kingdom
caught with all the merchants
from anywhere, she meets em
they use to pull her hair all night
discretion was not advised
but rumors of catching STD's
eventually scared off all the guys
she could have been a princess
with a prince to rule the thrown
but she was just a kiddie then
thinking she was grown
to here and there
to there to here
now she must kick in doors
for she is broke and homeless
strung out just like a wh****
her long Golden hair is worth nothing now
it use to bring her all the riches
but she ended up selling all of it
now her story is just like all the other Golden Bitc***
Categories:
goldie, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
Goldie Locks
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Goldie Locks
I did not know your name
You swayed your hips
With small steps
As you pass me by
I did say hello to you
You did not answer
You growled a little smart
And bluffed a little bark
Which caught my heart
I could not say goodbye
It would have been a lie
I could not take back
You were too
Cute for goodbye
It was too smart
When you looked at me
Up and down
My heart began
To skip a beat ..
So I picked you up
And brought you home
My little hazel
Brown eyed puppy
And called you
Goldie Locks.
Way down
Years gone by
Without tears
You met a pug
Called Mulligan
And had
Lots of pup's.
Categories:
goldie, animal, best friend, care,
Form: ABC
Goldie, my peculiar but beloved cat,
has certain affectations --
she prefers, most times, her own society
and shuns her housemates.
But, sometimes, she cuddles
or will join the others
to laze around -- in the living room,
the dining room, a hallway, or
in the kitchen.
An inside cat who, early on,
suffered the indignity of
"the operation,"
she asserts her independence
by darting into the front yard
when a door is opened --
and she pointedly ignores
any calls or pleas to come inside.
But when the door shuts
and no one is around, she is fearful,
immediately climbing up into the ash tree.
And there she stays
until I come to coax her down.
She may climb high up
and, finally, shakily manage
a descent to allow me to pick her up
and carry her back inside.
She never leaves the yard
but does enjoy ignoring me
when I am in a hurry.
She will dart about and run
from one side of the yard to the other.
For her, it's only an infrequent game.
And, as my treasured pet,
she certainly deserves to play
while testing the limit
of my affectionate, chagrined
commitment.
Categories:
goldie, animal, caregiving, cat, devotion,
Form: Free verse
When my daughter Jennifer was four
She was living with her Grandma and me
Every night before I put her to bed
I would read her stories form her little books
One night before she was ready for bed
In her pajamas, she had her little arms full
Of her little books ready for me to read
I got one kind of on purpose
She was as sharp as a tack, never missed a thing
I opened the book and started to read
"Fluffy The Goldfish and Goldie The Cat
Her eyes opened wide and said
"Daddy it is Goldie The Goldfish and Fluffy The Cat"
I reared back in surprise, "Oh who told you that"
She had memorized them word for word
"Daddy, I have read those books a thousand times"
" I am going to give you one more chance, now read it right"
Half way through this time, I looked over at her
She was sounded asleep, I gave her a kiss and hug
I got up and turned out the light
Categories:
goldie, daughterbooks, night, books, night,
Form: I do not know?