Bedtime Tale
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My First Poem
Dragons in the dungeon deep
Hold my children in their keep
Bigger than all life itself
The tallest one, he's King Ralph
Nasty eyes and teeth and nails
He's so bad he drips green scales
Little boy eyes wide with fear
Beg of me, "Don't stop here!"
Bravely, the dragons we will fend
Until their bedtime comes again
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Thank-you, Susan.
I wrote this a very long time ago....only poem I've ever written.
Glad you liked it.
Shirley
Great shirley!
Almost as good and Horton and Hoo. I hear they're still looking for another Dr. Seus.
Have a great Day
lol....think I have a ways to go first, but thank-you.
Shirley, you should write more poems now that you've returned to writing. there are so many formats and freeforms. Write like you talk to your children. I read your hub about selling poetry and then came here. Poems can be stories. Poets can be spokespersons of the masses. Cheers with no fears.
Sligobay - thank-you for your guidance and words of encouragement. I hadn't thought of poets being spokespersons of the masses....what a wonderful concept.
I also likes the 'Cheers with no fears'.....so perfect, thx.
What a cute poem! :)
Thank-you, Michelle. It's as close to poetry as I get, I'm afraid - well, except for Edgar Allen Poe's, The Raven.
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susanzheng says:
7 months ago
Hi, Shirley.
I like your bedtime tale. It's interesting.