Inside Raspberry Forest

A children's poem (that doesn't rhyme :)

Who could look into the key hole?

It is a small foggy window,

Like looking at small figures inside a dollhouse.

 

Hammond took a glimpse

And he saw

Closed shelves,

Empty cupboards and

Frogs communicating with toads,

They weren't happy.

 

They stood with empty jars,

Empty plates, empty bowls

No bites, no morsels, no crumbs.

Their potbellies sticking out of

Their pinstriped suits.

 

“These were magical times,

But now we ate everything.” A toad said.

And then they all hopped off,

Leaving a mess of everything.

Baffled, Hammond stood there-

“But what happened to the muffin man?”