Do you think children should know the truth about?

This famous wicked little tale


Should never have been put on sale.


It is a mystery to me


Why loving parents cannot see


That this is actually a book


About a brazen little crook.


Had I the chance I wouldn%26#039;t fail


To clap young Goldilocks in jail.


Now just imagine how you%26#039;d feel


If you had cooked a lovely meal,


Delicious porridge, steaming hot,


Fresh coffee in the coffee-pot,


With maybe toast and marmalade,


The table beautifully laid,


One place for you and one for dad,


Another for your little lad.


Then dad cries, %26#039;Golly-gosh! Gee-whizz!


%26#039;Oh cripes! How hot this porridge is!


%26#039;Let%26#039;s take a walk along the street


%26#039;Until it%26#039;s cool enough to eat.%26#039;


He adds, %26#039;An early morning stroll


%26#039;Is good for people on the whole.


%26#039;It makes your appetite improve


%26#039;It also helps your bowels to move.%26#039;


No proper wife would dare to question


Such a sensible suggestion,


Above all not at breakfast-time


When men are seldom at their prime





No sooner are you down the road


Than Goldilocks, that little toad


That nosy thieving little louse,


Comes sneaking in your empty house.


She looks around. She quickly notes


Three bowls brimful of porridge oats.


And while still standing on her feet,


She grabs a spoon and starts to eat.


I say again, how would you feel


If you had made this lovely meal


And some delinquent little tot


Broke in and gobbled up the lot?


But wait! That%26#039;s not the worst of it!


Now comes the most distressing bit.


You are of course a house proud wife,


And all your happy married life


You have collected lovely things


Like gilded cherubs wearing wings,


And furniture by Chippendale


Bought at some famous auction sale.


But your most special valued treasure,


The piece that gives you endless pleasure


Is one small children%26#039;s dining-chair,


Elizabethan, very rare.


It is in fact your joy and pride,


Passed down to you on grandma%26#039;s side.


But Goldilocks, like many freaks,


Does not appreciate antiques.


She doesn%26#039;t care, she doesn%26#039;t mind,


And now she plonks her fat behind


Upon this dainty precious chair,


And crunch! It busts beyond repair.


A nice girl would at once exclaim,


%26#039;Oh dear! Oh heavens! What a shame!%26#039;


Not Goldie. She begins to swear.


She bellows, %26#039;What a lousy chair!%26#039;


And uses one disgusting word


That luckily you%26#039;ve never heard.


(I dare not write it, even hint it.


Nobody would ever print it.)


You%26#039;d think by now this little skunk


Would have the sense to do a bunk.


But no. I very much regret


She hasn%26#039;t nearly finished yet.


Deciding she would like a rest,


She says, %26#039;Let%26#039;s see which bed is best.%26#039;


Upstairs she goes and tries all three.


(Here comes the next catastrophe.)


Most educated people choose


To rid themselves of socks and shoes


Before they clamber into bed.


But Goldie didn%26#039;t give a shred.


Her filthy shoes were thick with grime,


And mud and mush and slush and slime.


Worse still, upon the heel of one


Was something that a dog had done.


I say once more, what would you think


If all this horrid dirt and stink


Was smeared upon your eiderdown


By this revolting little clown?


(The famous story has no clues


To show the girl removed her shoes.)


Oh, what a tale of crime on crime!


Let%26#039;s check it for a second time





Crime One, the prosecution%26#039;s case:


She breaks and enters someone%26#039;s place





Crime Two, the prosecutor notes:


She steals a bowl of porridge oats





Crime Three: She breaks a precious chair


Belonging to the Baby Bear.





Crime Four: She smears each spotless sheet


With filthy messes from her feet.





A judge would say without a blink,


%26#039;Ten years hard labour in the clink!%26#039;


But in the book, as you will see,


The little beast gets off scot-free,


While tiny children near and far


Shout, %26#039;Goody-good! Hooray! Hurrah!%26#039;


%26#039;Poor darling Goldilocks!%26#039; they say,


%26#039;Thank goodness that she got away!%26#039;


Myself, I think I%26#039;d rather send


Young Goldie to a sticky end.


%26#039;Oh daddy!%26#039; cried the Baby Bear,


%26#039;My porridge gone! It isn%26#039;t fair!%26#039;


%26#039;Then go upstairs,%26#039; the Big Bear said,


%26#039;Your porridge is upon the bed.


%26#039;But as it%26#039;s inside mademoiselle,


%26#039;You%26#039;ll have to eat her up as well.%26#039;


Goldilocks. Written by Roald Dahl

Do you think children should know the truth about?
Wow ! What a well written story! I never thought of some of these things but it is just a fairy tale. So...Goldilocks commits crimes of B%26amp;E, theft, (petty though with the porridge),


Now the chair is a felony, as it is valuable, and in crime four, she is just a dirty girl and should wash up the bedding. I%26#039;ll let the judge sentence her and change this whole story.


What about Little Red Riding Hood? The wolf wants to eat her as he disguises himself as Grandma. Whatever shall we do to the big bad wolf?


The beauty of fairy tales is that we can make them anything we want to be. How cruel is it to sing a lullaby to your baby, when the bow breaks and the cradle will fall? If the baby lives, this is child abuse and if it doesn%26#039;t it%26#039;s murder. Interesting!
Reply:i liked ur photo. star!
Reply:That was awesome !!! I loved it. Thanks for sharing. HAGD!
Reply:Sorry...I didn%26#039;t read it all. It was too long.
Reply:i perfer your version over the real thing. good job
Reply:Umm yes the children definitely should know the truth





thats an incredible poem though, props to roald dahl (still one of my favorite authors)
Reply:I always prefered telling my sons the story of Hansel and Gretel, just before we were going camping.
Reply:Hi Meagan that must have took some typing. I believe as she under the age of criminal responsibility her parents Paddy and Yale need to be up before the beak.
Reply:Yes.





I do.
Reply:will you just tell me about....





....the story of the little red riding hood?
Reply:No!!... thats to shocking!!



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