Mother Goose Puts Her Foot Down
Leave little songbird, go-
-off of my ledge!
or I'll shut the window,
or I'll burn down your perch.
Your cloying chirping keeps
my doted children from slumber
she fusses and weeps
he is always encumbered.
You have lost the flair to lull
only cause ennui and grief
your songs have grown dull
they no longer bring relief.
The tales that you tweet
are grim, dark and bleek
you frighten my sweet
with your venomous beak.
Leave, leave, leave!
or I'll tear down your nest
or I'll chop down the tree
where you roost and rest.
Off with you, fickle swallow
you make no spring
your promise is shallow
only makes winter cling.
Fly off little songbird
farewell and goodbye!
from now on shall be heard
only my lullaby!
Mae Foreman
Mon 7th Jan 2019 13:31
A Freudian slip! I got it! ?? Took me a while too! I do misspel a lot! I'm glad you liked it! To tell you the truth, Mother Goose Rhymes aren't a thing of my culture; not in that way at least... So it's all sort of foreign to me. But I always wanted to write one some day. I don't know if I succeded...Anyway, thanks again! I'm correcting the first line, thank you for bringing it to my attention!