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Goldilocks
I stopped to see the treasures laid carefully beside the road,
Waiting for their untimely and inelegant removal from their abode.
A child's pretty wooden chair looked like new,
But actually had its seat smashed through.
I thought that particularly sad as I climbed back behind the wheel,
And wondered how it happened, headed for our meal.
As I pulled away from there, my daughter asked why I left the pretty chair.
I told her about the broken seat and she puzzled there thinking deep.
At last she said in her most serious tone, it must have been the fault of Goldilocks alone...
Poor baby bear, I bet she misses her chair.
(c) S. Sarkozy-Banoczy, 2008
