Goldilocks, Goldilocks,
Wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash dishes
Nor yet feed the swine.
But sit on a cushion
And sew a fine seam,
And sup upon strawberries,
sugar and cream.


I must refuse you, Kindly Sir.
For fresh farm foods
And household chores
Are a lifestyle more healthy
Than would be yours.

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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2 Responses to Goldilocks

  1. Brian Bixby says:

    Though strawberries and cream . . . I think Bosch had it right showing earthly paradise dominated by giant strawberries, the more so as strawberries were smaller in his day than now.


    • crimsonprose says:

      This was a hard one ‘cos, as you note, strawberries are good (having just finished munching my way through a punnet from Egypt – I am mostly a fructivore). But the sugar and cream closed it. That on top of just sitting a sewing . . . Of course, I should have held onto this till Valentine’s Day, but I felt my output needed a bit of a boost.


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