The New knocks,
” I’m here! Let me in!”
“Not by the hair
on my chinny chin chin,”
says solid Old,
in gouty fright,
scared to open,
dead bolt tight.
And thus does New
in resignation
abide in patient
occupation,
until the ponderous
cautious Old
can’t stand not knowing
what the unopeneds hold.
Linked to Dan Antion’s Thursday Doors Writing Challenge.
With thanks to Lois for the photo.
Thanks also to all those
who have contributed to the enduring literary life of “The Three Little Pigs.”
Oddments 