Once there was a beautiful girl with hair with curls like seashells and the color of beaten gold

For one with so much promise she never grew to be very old

For beauty and promise attract jealousy

Which in itself has the power to be

quite frightening to behold

So let us just get on with this famous story of old

Our Goldilocks has been portrayed as selfish vain and coy

But history is written only by the winners

And those in power seldom share their current toy

As it happens I was once a fly on the wall

In that dreaded domicile

Where 3 great beasts did live their lives

Out day to day

And where our storied Goldilocks

Ultimately came to die