Rumpel Still's kin are a strange lot
With names not easily forgot
But he was kept asleep
By his cousin, the creep
Moonshine Still was the guilty sot
Rumpel had walked deep in the wood
Where Moon was with bros in the hood
Distilling white lightning
The scene was frightning
They drugged Rumpel more than they should
Moon left him leaning 'gainst a tree
Rump's whereabouts, a mystery
By now you realize
I have mixed up two guys
Rip Van Winkle's and Rump's his'try
Rip slept for years in the Catskills
Rump drugged for finding Moon's stills
Rip was greedy for gold
Rump was growing tree mold
Twisted fairytales of ill will
hmmmm oh wait... that's still twisted!!
There once was a maiden with hair like straw,
woven to gold but no one ever saw;
an imp man made a demand,
he had a sneaky plot planned;
so the imp helped her and the King said, AWE!
She wed him and became a Queen with maids,
instead of her head cut off with sharp blades;
the imp wanted her first born,
that sure did make her forlorn;
poor Rumpel- got a doll made of straw, BRAIDS !
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January 28, 2019
Poetry/Limerick/Rumpelstilskin- Sort Of
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1108-931-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Limerick 3
sponsor, Joseph May
First Place
Featured Poem Week of April 5-12, 2020
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