There lived an old woman, wizened and alone,
She was wicked and crafty, evil to the bone,
Stayed all by herself, a house made of gold,
And her heart was so icy, evil and cold.
A sweet little girl, all big eyes and curls,
She thought she was clever, her head in a whirl.
Was prancing and dancing, the gleam caught her eye,
Excited, she searched for the glitter, found it,O joy.
Polite as she was, she knocked on the door,
The crone was excited, she changed her demeanor,
A plump cheery woman, she welcomed, she smiled,
Eyes gleaming, open arms, she beckoned the child,
The child, called Jayu ,was delighted and thrilled.
Such a house, such enchantment, her heartbird,it trilled,
She forgot her mothers words, stay away from a stranger
She was charmed, she ate candies, she was sure, no danger.
She admired the cake lady’s collection of cakes.
Heard stories, sang songs, stood watching her bake,
‘A cake for the ‘Prince, its his birthday, my dear,
A special cake I’m making to bring him good cheer’
She hummed as she baked, a magical sweet song,
Jayu swayed under its spell, its enchantment was strong.
She slept,unaware,the old woman presented the cake to the Queen,
Resplendent, magnificent, white vanilla, sunrise gold tangerine,
The Queen was so pleased, gold and gems she sprinkled,
‘Such a cake,O dear lady,I never have seen’ she tinkled.
‘The angel, exquisite, that swirls on the crest,
Blue eyes,gold curls, is so lifelike, the best.’
The cake lady went home, purse laden with gold,
Bur Jayu had vanished, was never found, I am told.
PS:* Thank you so much, Jaya, for sharing your poem with the children who visit this blog. :))
