A Father's Bedtime Story

Lie there my dear children and go off to sleep.
I'll tell you a story if I don't hear one peep.
I give you a tale of such wonder that you'll feel
That this newer old story could actually be real.
Goldylocks, the blonde, went out one day for a ride;
A ride in her Mustang that would hum and would glide.
The color was ruby and red as her hot-rodded lips;
And going around curves was like swinging her hips.
But soon she got tired of the top being down
And thought that she'd take a venture out of town.
She drove in the forest and found such a site
With still green and old brown that gave her delight.
She liked the forest she thought to herself;
And the rumble of cars that comes from cliffs that look likes selves.
Eventually she came to a part of the forest that was thick;
The stuffiness here would to skin easily stick.
She saw a little shanty by the edge of the grove
With interest she over to that house quickly drove.
With a screech she swiftly came to definite stop
And opened the door with a screech and a pop.
She marched up the path and then banged on the door.
She knocked and she knocked: one, two, three, four.
After knocking and knocking she heard no one home,
She opened the door to a house all alone.
The little small cottage was bright with family life.
She looked at the pictures of father, son, and wife.
'Twas three forest bears living in this small house.
They lived all alone except from one grey-haired mouse.

(continued tomorrow)