From Rick Walton (way back when): Like a lot of Utah writers, I’ve been thinking about one of our most wonderful writers and human beings: Rick Walton. There have been many improvements in his condition but, as nothing is ever certain for any of us, I’d like to share a poem idea of his for today’s prompt: He sent out, over the Utah Children’s Writers blog [if their archives save things forever, these appeared 9/22/09], several poems ‑‑‑ all about Goldilocks: he wrote the story in the style of Walt Whitman, e .e. cummings, Ogden Nash, Emily Dickinson ‑‑‑ and Paris Anderson shared one back (of his own, I presume?) as a William Carlos Williams’ version. I’ll share here Rick’s Lewis Carroll’s send‑up. Then YOU choose a fairy tale and rewrite it in the style of YOUR favorite poets/writers!
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Jabbergoldie by Rick Walton
`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.
YES! I DID IT! Borrowing the idea from David M. Bader, who wrote HAIKU U. (100 Great Books in 17 Syllables [each]) I wrote 3 haiku’s:
Cinderella’s Glass Slipper
Sweeping up ashes.
What have I done with my shoe?
Now off to The Ball!
Hungry and tired.
I’ll eat and sleep for the nonce.
Did my tummy growl?
A handful of beans
Who wants beans? Just toss them out.
I’ll just aim higher.
(Feel free to re‑use my prompts, modified to YOUR specifications ‑‑‑ I “stole” them too from Carol Lynch Williams, AnnDeeCanDee, Cheryl, The ABC Writers Guild and others . . . )