One of two (so far)  'fairy tale' poems I am working on. 

(And no, I wasn't delivered in a box!)




THE FIRST TALE

 

So there's nothing new
Under the Sun, they say.
Except...

 

I

Was

Once

New.

Yes, once I was a new baby...

Once upon a time.


"How are babies made?"

My mother and father
Sold me the first fairy tale.


There was a baby shop.
In the shop many babies
Hanging down on elastic
Waiting to be selected.

One bright Summer's day
They went baby shopping.

They picked me out
And took me home with them.
That's how I came to be.

I took the bait and 
I believed the tale.

And I was very happy
For I was the one 
That they had chosen.

I was special. 

 


© Griffonner 2026

 

Image courtesy of Jonathan Borba

 





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Written on 2026-04-27 at 09:55

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2026-05-04


William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
Delightful. Having children around is such a bountiful blessing. They force us to look at things from a different perspective. Every child needs that sense of being special.
2026-04-28


melanie sue The PoetBay support member heart!
Awesome as much as it is preciously adorable! And you are!
2026-04-27


Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
I’ve only heard the cabbage patch and the stork tales. This was very creative on your parents’ part and your poem is delightful. I wonder- were you always looking for baby stores until you knew the facts? I would have been! :)
Sincerely,
Melinda
2026-04-27