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.
Jessica Nelson
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #33
I have just found this site, lovely. I read this one and really like the ‘Inside story’ of Goldie Locks. A great idea Jessica. Well written. Catherine
Thanks very much, Catherine!
Dear Jessica, that was a very good poem I was wondering if you have your own website?
Thanks very much, Ashur. I apologise for not replying sooner, I’ve only just found these comments. I’ve recently got a website up and running at https://writesofmotherhood.wordpress.com/.