Sunday, April 11, 2010

Kindness Repaid

Let them into my house
Two little lost ones
Fed them and gave them shelter
They told of a cruel stepmother
A father who abandoned them
Cold and alone in the woods
How the scrumptious smell of
Bread led them to my tiny house
So piteous their little faces
I gave freely what I had
They gobbled greedily
Asked always for more
More I did not have
Witch they snarled
Burn her they cackled
Demonic cherubs screeching
Kill the witch before
She eats us
Bake her in the oven
Aghast and frightened
I cower from them
What has kindness wrought?

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