Lust Loses All
By Rhiannonw
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A goose a golden egg had laid,
and so the farmer’s bills were paid
and every day he’d gold to trade,
but then for greed, the goose he slayed –
of gold he thought it must be made
inside, but was distraught, dismayed,
for meat alone was there displayed,
and no more golden eggs were laid!
[Poetry monthly July: golden]
[IP: FairyTales]
This was put together as a fun posting for the Poetry Monthly, but I think it does qualify as a Fairytale rendering, by the broad definition of Fairytales? I hope Well Wisher might have enjoyed it
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That's lovely Rhiannon - it
That's lovely Rhiannon - it trips off the tongue neatly!
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He was a brilliant rhymer too
He was a brilliant rhymer too.
This poem makes me think of how we are exploiting the Earth's resources, also
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That's great, Rhiannon. Fair
That's great, Rhiannon. Fair trips along.
Just thinking about the metre, how about
"but then for greed, the goose he slayed"?
Less of a tongue-twister, maybe.
Parson Thru
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I love the message within
I love the message within this piece Rhiannon. Always be satisfied with what you've got and be thankful.
Never a truer word spoken.
Jenny.
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