Sentence The Twohundredandninetieth

Goldilocks and Riding Hood
Went tramping through the Tulgey Wood,
Rapscallions both, fine fair of face,
With baskets for their Grannie Grace,
Through wind and rain, through snow and hail,
For poor old Grannie was in Jail,
Accused of murdering her Lord -
Who dead, lay on the Surgeon's Board;
When with a wild bloodcurdling shout,
A hairy band of men charged out
Of the woodwork of that Tulgey Wood,
Right greedy for poor Grannie's food;
But from each bootleg, each girl drew
A hunting knife and slew and slew,
Those evil rogues who, in the dark,
Sank down and left a good sitzmark
Upon the freshly fallen snow,
And thus the maids continued so,
Towards the Jail where, under Guard,
On a bed both rough and hard,
Wrapped only in a tattered cape,
Poor Grannie plotted to escape;
With knife and dirk she'd slit the throat,
Of every guard and swim the Moat,
Over the Moor, and through the Wood,
With Goldilocks and Riding Hood,
Until they flew across the Border,
Safe and sound from their Lord's Order;
But Alas! the maids had been delayed,
By dawn poor Grannie had been flayed,
Hung, Drawn and Quartered, hung in chains,
For crows to peck at her white banes,
And so the girls, beneath her stood,
And quickly ate up all the food,
Turned on their heels, set off for home,
And there sat down and writ this pome!