A Silly Poem (I can be silly!)

Cheesy-locks


You may think me silly
For living in a house of bears.
They like porridge not mice
And the little one always shares.

T’was as good as could be
Then came that girl with hair like cheese
The bears were not at home
She knocked and came in from the trees.

She ate baby’s porridge,
Licked the spoon, the bowl and table.
She yawned, stretched and smiled
Then went out a bit unstable

I watched her try each chair.
Wondered why she was so picky.
She chose baby’s rocker
And didn’t mind it was sticky.

She rocked and laughed with glee
Until down the rocking chair crashed
Cheese hair flew all over
As onto the floor her head bashed

I ran quickly to see
She moaned sickly then sat up slow
She looked at the sad chair
Then struggled to her feet to go

Then she spied me nearby
She screamed and hurried up the stairs.
I followed to each room
Entranced by flying cheesy hairs

Finally, she lay down
Baby’s bed so comfy and soft
She then peacefully dozed
And I crept into the loft.

Her yellow hair so sweet
Splayed out across the little bed
I had to have a taste
Of that cheese feast I would be fed!

I sniffed and nuzzled first
I would enhance each sensation
Wrapping it around me
Trembling from the temptation.

Then I took a first taste
The long anticipated pleasure.
I gagged and gasped and choked.
That yellow hair was no treasure

So when the bears returned
She flew out faster than a sneeze
I was glad she was gone
Because golden locks are NOT cheese



Isn't is silly??? I hope it is as much fun to read as it was to write!
Maybe I should give this poetry thing another chance..