The Girl Who Donated Her Hair

It’s late at night,
My thinking’s not right,
And I should lay down to rest.

My eyelids are drooping,
My backbone is stooping,
My hips are hula-hooping,
And I should lay down to rest.

I know it’s all for the best,
That I should lay down to rest;

But my mind can’t get over the test,
That this is all just a stupid jest.

Lie down upon my nest,
Which overlooks the family crest,
That’s where I’ll be taking my
Beloved, Cherished, Well-deserved
Rest.

68-Revolve

This is a story I wrote on the spur of the moment while chatting with some friends. It's supposed to sound like a little kid is telling the story. (did I ever mention that one of my nicknames is 'Handsome Toddler'? ;) )
I hope you enjoy this.. and I'm pleased to say that I do have another story in the works, which I hope to share with you soon.

Keely pounced. Her hands closed on squirming, wiggling fur.
"Got you!" she yelled.
"Ugh, ugh, let me go," said the jackalope.
"Not until you grant me a wish. You can do that, right?"
"No!"
"You can so! I know because George used one of you to find the best place to dig the new well for the kitchen garden."
"Oh, very well," groaned the jackalope. "What is it, then?"

Once upon a time there was a brick. This brick wasn't like other bricks, this brick was special. He was the eighty-first brick on a long road that everybody traveled on. He'd been stepped on by so many people he couldn't even count. This brick felt important. He made it easy for other people to travel. Horses and carts relied on him to get them where they were going. One day however, this brick was tired of just being walked on. He looked at another brick across the street, the brick he was looking at was fourth brick on the third row of a building.

Chapter One

1. And in the reign of Solomon, King of Israel, was born unto him a daughter.

2. And she was called, Snow White, for her charm and beauty.

3. And Solomon had an wife of great beauty whose name was Cinderella, and she did bear Snow White unto Solomon.

4. Now, in the fourth year of the reign of Solomon, did Cinderella fall ill, and she wast upon her bed unto the fifth year of his reign.

Chapter Three

1. And she did leave for the ball.

2. And when she did enter, she was astounded greatly. And, lo, the prince was dismissing many a young princess.

3. And as she did enter, Solomon was also astounded. And walked up to her, and dIanced with her.

4. But as he was about to marry her, lo, the clock struck twelve.

5. And she did run, and tripped down a step. And lost an glass slipper,

6. And she ran to her carriage, and did get in, but all was gone, in the twinkling of an eye.

Chapter Two

1. And Cinderella worked diligently. And inquired of Abigail if she might go to the ball, too.

2. And Abigail sought for an answer. And Myra delivered one unto her, and said, shall a scullery maid go to the ball? Yea, even Cinderella? Nay, but she shall have more work to do and then she cannot go.

3. And Abigail thought on these things, and, lo, she decided upon this thing.

The Book of Cinderella

Chapter One

1. Now, in the reign of David, King of Israel, there was born unto Peleth, son of Gireal, Gimael, and unto Gimael was born Ahazael,

2. And unto Ahazael was born Nun,

3. And unto Nun was born Kish.

4. Now unto Kish was born a daughter of a fair countenance whose name was Leah, and after his wife had died, he remarried.

5. Now, in the fourth month, Kish took to wife Abigail, the daughter of Seth;

6. And Abigail had borne a daughter whose countenance was ugly, and her name was Myra.