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Blog City Prompt: You are transported to the land of Mother Goose and nursery rhymes for the weekend. What happened? Write a story, poem or what ever you want about this. There Was an Old Woman There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She was the widow of old John Shindlesue. He built her a house not really a shoe, It looked like a boot, the toe held the door, The heel rose high with many a floor, The widow, she cried when John took the plunge, Off the roof like a stone,He fell with a moan Leaving the widow so sad and alone. She had so many children she didn't know what to do. Lonely and hungry, the orphans had come, She wanted to love them and be their lost Mum, They came by the dozen, so sad and forelorn, Thin were there faces, their clothes old and worn. The widow cried yes, my heart breaks to see you, You can live in my home, you can live in my shoe. We'll all share together, that's all we can do. She gave them some broth without any bread, Her kitchen was bare, the bins were quite empty, Her husband was dead, he left not a penny, The broth had a turnip, a carrot, some seeds, The only thing left in the garden were weeds, The orphans were crying, their hunger unabated, Be quiet my dears, it's all I can do, The widow was tired, her humor deflated. She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed, That's all you can get when you live in a shoe, No matter how sad or hungry or blue, This world's not fair, It's not ready for you, You have to work hard, and learn to make do, I'll tell you a story before you're asleep, A story so sad, I'll think you will weep, For the woman so loving, so old..., Your lives she must keep. The expanded Mother Goose..>>>iggy |