Medusa: Queen of Bread

Medusa, Queen of Snakes,

but yet a gentle soul,

and all she wanted to do was bake,

so she grabbed the coal

and began to work on making the bread

and all accross the land

they knew her name,

no longer for death

and stone,

but for bread 

and scones.


She decided it was time to open 

her shop

with two snakes

riding on top

of the building,

water falling from their mouths,

and their fangs dull instead 

of sharp,

so if kids came by, they could

play on top.


It was by this time, 

she started to get friends,

and that is what

she wanted to mend.

That was her goal, all her life

and so, she lived

a peaceful life. 

This poem is about: 
Our world




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