Sorry it's been such a long time -- I've been away, etc. But here's a little light bit of work, just a draft. I'll get back to everyone I owe emails to, I promise.

Goldilocks, Dreaming

         a skeleton walks into a bar, 
               tells the bartender, 
                give me a bear and a mop 
              because a bear leaves 
                 oily footprints and 
  people could slip

and the bartender says we don't 
                serve no bear here,
              this is a classy joint

the skeleton turns to the horse beside him
          and asks if he'd like a bear

the horse says
  I had a bear once when I was younger
        I slipped out of the corral 
   into the woods

      it was a dark and stormy night
I never did see his face    
          but I still have the teeth marks
                     here on my shoulder   
                    I don't think I could handle 
anymore bear right now      
         I've had enough for one night

then  a termite walks in and asks, where is the bartender?
            we all shrug, and 
               the new mothers  in the corner go back
     to nursing their bears