Under The Stairs
You’ll find her now beneath the stairs
Living a life without cares.
There she sits in the dark
Unafraid of the park
Where her parents were eaten by bears.
Thanks to Dom Conlon for providing a bit of nonsense to go with my piece of nonsense. 🙂
And to my lovely Twitter friend Bratfink for coming up with her own nonsense verse to accompany my illustration:
Harriet Potter felt like a rotter,
as she hid under the stairs;
she’d not eaten all day,
her folks ran away;
then a hungry bear came in and got her.