Goldie Locks
Found herself on the rocks
Because she was a stubborn little one
She didn’t understand why every man
Would only call her “pretty”
Don’t be naive, she knew very well
But she was much too keen and gritty
To be admired for her looks
As she loved to swim in books
Goldie Locks dreamed of the Sun; she was the Moon
She became a mystic far too soon
Admired one suitor who was much too bitter
And kept his heart in a box
The second came along
He adorned her with a song
Alas he wanted her in a box
She looked to her siblings the Stars
And wished for one to share her scars
“This one’s too greedy,” she said, “that one’s too needy
This one’s too distant, that one’s too sticky”
Soon one day with her nose in Poe
She felt brightness in the room
It was the Sun, here to brighten her gloom
“This one’s just right,” said Goldie Locks
So the Earth crashed, the Sun melted into the Moon
(And he shared her love of books, too)
