Goldilocks and the Three Bears in Accentual Meter

Goldilocks was very vain, her foremost fault was this,

She never thought of anyone, except her little self.

One Monday as she mulled about, she wandered through the wood,

When of a sudden, reeling round she realized she was lost.

Her tummy started tumbling and making many moans,

She felt so very famished and so foraged for some food.

When the sun was soaring way up high, she stumbled slowly on,

She came upon a clearing where a comely cottage stood.

Her overpowering hunger was a curse that did control.

She oped the door to see some food and made a mighty shout,

On the table in plain sight was porridge, piping hot.

She sat at once to eat her fill and feed upon the family meal.

The first bowl made her bite her tongue so horribly hot was it,

The next one was so very cold she almost froze her face.

The third dish was a dainty one she downed it with delight,

When she had finished she felt a need to rest her ranting legs.

"My dogs are barking!" she drowsily droned as she sat in someone's seat,

But when her bum met with the bench they dangerously disagreed.

It was so surly she bore a bruise until she was eighty-nine.

So our miss priss picked the next in line, with pillows soft as silk

Its cushions were so very soft that she sank several feet.

But when she tried the third one she was happy as could be,

It was cuddly and cozy and and not to hard or soft.

The only stipulation was it smashed beneath her brawn,

"Oh well," she said "I think it's time that I was fast asleep."

Upstairs she found the closest bed and there she lazily lay,

But up again she jumped so high, her head nigh reached the roof!

"Now that's not nice." she frowningly said, "I must find something super!"

So off she set to catch a nap on the next bed in the room, 

This bed had many roses red all printed on the quilt,

"This one looks lovely!" Goldy said and jumped up jovially.

But once her lovely golden head had touched the pillowcase,

She could not get back out again, until she'd been almost smothered.

The next bed was of baby blue and small as small could be,

And when she laid in that wee one, she soon fell fast asleep.

Now wending slowly through the woods the family headed home.

But when they reached their little house, they saw that something was amiss.

They ope'd the door and saw the remnants of their savory porridge all around,

They cleaned it up and then they saw, that their poor baby's was all gone.

When they went to look around to see if not else was amiss,

They found that baby's chair was smashed and father became furious,

For he had made that little chair for baby's birthday bash.

When they climbed upstairs, they found, our dearest Goldy fast asleep.

When Goldy waked she did espy, three pairs of eyes all on her,

She screamed and soared out through the window and ran home to her mom.
                                                                                            ~Grace Lindsay