A Journey In Books

A wise person once said, "Children learn to read on the laps of their parents." Well, I know I certainly did, so this little poem is a dedication to all the wonderful stories that captivated me as a young child.

Love the taste of gingerbread cause of a little man
I flew above the roof tops in search of Peter pan

I followed little babes when lost in scary wood
I carried bow and arrow's to be like Robin hood

I shouted Rumpelstiltskin's scr888 name, a hundred times at least
I realized that love was blind when beauty kissed the beast

I tried to tell the emperor that he had nothing on
I cried when ugly duckling became a graceful swan

I didn't like that princess who fused about a pea
I sailed with owl and pussy cat, when they were all at sea

I thought that little Goldilocks in fact was rather rude
I faced a wolf to help a girl, her name, Red Riding Hood

I feared when old sly fox put red hen upon his back
I climbed a giant's beanstalk, and met a lad named Jack

I danced with Cinderella before she left the ball
I always knew dear snow white was the fairest of them all

I prayed those little piggies wouldn't open up their door
I couldn't sleep for beauty, for all she done was snore

I tried to walk with puss in boots, to get to London town
I called up to Rapunzel, as hair came tumbling down

And every friend I've spoke of, I met within a page
And grew to love each one of them, when I was just your age.