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!

 

◄ Skinny Dipping

The Queen of Mundane! ►

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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!

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Alan Travis Braddock

Sun 6th Jan 2019 16:03

Gentle and persuasive; one is left with a question. Is the clue in the first line, is the missing 'g' a freudian slip? And I've forgotten what Mother Goose stands for.

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