Category Archives: Verse



should not go alone on her forest walks.

Perhaps if she were with someone reasonable, she would not be stealing food from the mouths of hungry bears,

and smashing their chairs.


`Twas brillig, and the hungry bears
Did gyre and gimble in their bowl:
All mimsy were the bearogoves,
And the mome raths outstroll.

“Beware the Goldilocks, my son!
The fist that knocks, the sniffing nose!
Beware the open door, and in
The Goldilocks she goes!”

She took a vorpal spoon in hand:
Long time the porridge bowl she sought —
Then tasted she of the first of three,
But oh, it was too hot.

And so she tried the second bowl,
Too cold. And then the third, ate all.
And then three chairs, too hard, too soft,
And one that caused her fall!

One, two! One, two! These beds won’t do.
The third, just right. She hit the sack.
And while she slept, those wandering bears,
They came galumphing back.

“And, who did eat the porridge? It’s
All gone. And who did break a chair?
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
Could that be her right there?

`Twas brillig, and the slithy bears
Did gyre and gimble by the bed;
All mimsy was the Goldilocks,
And home she up-fled.



She ate and she broke and she slept.

Wreaked havoc wherever she stepped.

Until she heard, “Neat!

What part can I eat?”

And out of the window she leapt.


Three almost starved bears.

One rather annoying girl.

Three Bears have dinner.

William Carlos Williams’ Goldilocks

I have eaten

the porridge

that was on

the table

and which

you were probably


would cool down

Forgive me

It was delicious

so sweet

and just right.

so much depends


a broken


held by angry


beside the blonde