Source: Pixabay
Oh she's a cute & chubby little child,
If you're one to judge the book by its cover,
But her contents be real and truly wild,
Oh, she's but a devil undercover...
She brings with her the prettiest sunsets,
And mornings, a smile on your waking face..
She brings sweet thoughts every other hour,
And butterflies, out on a fluttered race...
But be weary of her hidden plans,
For all things end, which had a start..
She holds a bow, and she bears an arrow,
And all you bear, is a fragile heart...
Oh, and by the pricking of her thumbs,
Something wicked, this way comes...
Source: Pixabay
This poem was inspired by two lines in Shakespeare's Macbeth's. These are the last two lines from the poem above. I hope you enjoyed reading.
