Sweet Mary Moore
Lived on the thirteenth floor
Sauntered under ladders
Wore the teeth of adders
Had a cat who was black

“All these stories are bunk”
She cried with great spunk
til a kid called Puff Batter
Dared her to shatter
A mirror from out back

We saw glass break into shards
Like an unlucky house of cards
A speeding Mac Truck
Ended her good luck

Sweet Mary Moore
Was sadly no more


This prompt was brought to you by Stories and Allegories, a Phoenix Rising Site. I was challenged to pick an old wives tale and make it true for some unfortunate soul.

Can you pick them out of this sweet rhyme? 😀

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