Porridge (based of of Golden Locks and the Three Bears)

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by imsolarold

by imsolarold

I was lost in the forest,

My stomach longed for food,

Came across this odd cabin,

And didn't know what to do!

I went inside,

And there behold,

A good amount of porridge,

In an old wooden bowl.

I had to eat it,

I didn't know why,

And as I fell asleep,

I heard someone cry!

"My porridge! Someone has eaten up my porridge!"

And I ran out,

Scared for my life,

Afraid because they were bears,

But I hadn't brought my knife,

And that is the tale,

The tale stands strong,

It is always in our minds,

And that's where it belongs.