R.I.P Little Bow-Peep - Poem by Amelia Murray
I felt like writing a poem about life
but then something else caught my eye
little Bow-Peep going far far astray.
No calls of help or sorrow are heard.
For little bow-peep had wandered away.
Now it comes to pass that a big ugly lizard,
found little Bow-Peep walking alone.
He stopped by the corner and gave her a grin,
not of affection but more of a win.
She popped up her head and gave a slight nod.
This is what happens on the streets after dark
The lizard perused little bow-peep
up the large hills and through the low rivers.
Past the big forests and into the tunnels.
The very next morning after nightmares of girls.
The sheriff was woken by the fuss of his horse.
A paper was staples to the back of a pole.
'Little Bow-Peep missing' was all.
He mounted his steed and road far away,
trying to find the little stray.
He road over mountains and into the rivers.
He passed great forests and the depth of the tunnels.
There was still a single place where the little might be.
He road long and hard to find the key.
To the secret door in the wooden oak tree.
The key was large with a big silver tip.
It fit in the door without much fit.
The door swung wide open and the sheriff stood still.
Little Bow-Peep was filling the wall.
Her sash on the floor with deep stains of red
and her eyes on the counter as if looking for bread.
The sheriff turned to exit the room.
When a stranger stepped out of the horrible gloom.
“Little Bow-Peep was a nice surprise,
but you are the dinner that suits my eyes.”
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