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A remake of "There was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe"

By Jan Smith

 

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe

She had so many children, she didn’t know what to do

She gave them all broth without any bread

Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed

 

The next day there was a loud knock on the door

And standing behind it were cops lined up four

Along side of them a woman stood with an edict

The court said “take them all” so she heeded it

 

The mother screamed loudly upon deaf ears

The children hysterically shed many tears

But that didn’t faze the stone faced one

As she pushed and dragged out each little son

 

The mother watched helplessly as they took her brood

Away, away, as far as they could

She saw her youngest tapping on the glass

Yelling “mommy mommy” as they drove past

 

The mother collapsed in the driveway

She never got over the trauma they say

Now staring in darkness with a blank sad look

Next to the stack of colorful story books

 

Things could have been different with a little help

The kids could have stayed instead of the hand that was dealt

Now each child is in prison and a drop out from school

Away from a mother who loved them inside of their shoe

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