The Three Bears Retold
There once was a family named Bear
Who thought they had nothing to wear.
While eating their oats
They remembered their coats
And decided to go to the fair.
The number of Bears you would see
Was just a small family of three.
There was Mother and Dad
With a baby they had
And they lived in a house by a tree.
They went to the fair to have fun,
But their time there had hardly begun
When they each said: “I’m hot!”
For it seems they forgot
That their fur coats held heat in the sun.
“We’d better go home,” they all said.
“Let’s finish our porridge instead.”
(If only they knew
A young girl was there too,
Who was sleeping in Baby Bear’s bed!)
As soon as they opened the door,
They saw that their bowls had held more.
Some porridge not there!
One broken small chair!
But a bigger surprise was in store.
For then the whole family Bear
Were wanting to search everywhere.
When they saw Baby’s bed
Held a young girl instead
They growled: “That is really unfair!”
Their guest got straight up with a shock.
(The Bears had neglected to knock).
She ran out the door
And they saw her no more
While the Bears quickly fitted a lock!
- Submitted in response to Poetry prompt #1
Monty says: I decided I’d like to try to retell, in verse, a condensed and slightly embellished version of a story about a family many children would know well.