I Will Be Brave
I will go into the three bears’ house
I won’t be frightened like a mouse.
I will eat porridge from a spoon
I won’t fear that they’ll be home soon.
I will sit in this tiny chair
Just to show that I don’t care.
I won’t be scared and I won’t run—
But listen, look out, here they come.
I will perhaps have some concern,
The porridge has made my tummy turn.
I hear a stamping at the door,
I hear great footsteps on the floor.
I won’t dawdle, I need to hide!
Look, a bed, I’ll jump inside.
Flatten myself under the blanky
Hope the bears aren’t feeling cranky.
I will be quiet, I won’t shift
I will not toot or I’ll be sniffed.
I will sneeze, I just can’t stop it!
They’ve heard me now, I’d better hop it
Papa Bear, Mama Bear and little Wee
Have no porridge and might eat me!
I’ll quit this window (second floor)
I won’t come back here anymore.
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #33