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.
YOU ARE READING
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Poesíapoems. [READ PLEASE] i wrote most of this in the sixth grade. just saying.