Poem: the Hen who lived in the Shoe

There once was a hen with a flash light so bright it shown fair it shown great it shown true. she had just found it by her house which happened to be a great big shoe.

"that is so bright" said the wolf to the hen who made the hen jump with a fright. "as you turn that there dial with the hook of your toe it makes one feel such delight."

"why thank you oh wolf"said the hen with the light. "how can I thank you so?"
that you say such good things about the light and about my little toe."

it was nothing dear hen"said the wolf with a grin. "you simply must say little."
"for I am a humble wolf" he said as he sat on top of a thimble.

"to cry out loud" the wolf said "is to bring peace amongst the snails."
but this was odd because they had no boat, neither any sails.

"why do you come so ever close?" said the hen who began to feel estranged.
"oh to simply look into your eyes." said the wolf with the fib who was all together deranged.

oh your compliments never seize to amuse oh humble wolf, you dog!"
"oh tis simple truth oh silly hen." with his mouth open wide as a frog.

the wolf soon said"what is that turn your head!" and the hen then saw a tree.
she felt nothing in her hand no light no purse not even any jewelery.

the wolf had stole every thing the hen owned, he was fast and devilish so.
as the wolf got closer to the hen with his grin he made his evil way real slow.

so stop your self when someone is giving complements that are far from true, for if you don't you may find yourself as the hen who lived in the shoe.

~Render Moonarrow~