Old Sammy Sot, stuck her finger in her Pot.
Just to see if it was hot.
She found the Pot was realy Hot.
But now one less finger the Sot has Got.
She thought now what shall I do?
I just cant eat Hot Finger Stew.
Then Her Brain She began to rack.
When she saw in the wall a big wide crack.
She jumped right in with a great big Sigh.
She jumped so high She landed in the Sky.
Oho Me oho Me, oho My cried Old Sammy Sot.
Just look at me and the mess
I got.
Got no hot Pot got no wide crack.
Laying here on a white Cloud flat on My back.
Soon the Cloud began to break Old Sot began to slip.
Down Down She came falling on an Old Ship.
The Ship was so rotten She busted the Hull.
She woke up with a knot on her Skull.
There She sit Old Sammy Sot.
She didn't even know just what was what.
She saw no Ship no Cloud or blue Sky.
She saw no wide crack that even looked very high.
But there she sit Old Sammy Sot.
All alone with her finger in her hot black pot.
Bronze trophy winner
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Adding your comment:
You have a talent for writing poetry; you could go far. 
Great emotions and amazing imagery here. BRAVO! WOW! keep up the good work! thanks for entering and good luck in my contest!
