We sat in front of the fire; Grandmother was in the rocking chair doing her knitting And Little Brother and I were lying down flat. "Please tell us a story, Grandmother," we said. But she put her head on one side and began counting the stitches, "Suppose you tell me one instead." I made up one about a spotted tiger That had a knot in his tail; But though I liked this about the knot, I did not know why it was put there. So I said: "Little Brother's turn." "I know a perfect story," he cried, waving his hands. Grandmother laid down her knitting. "Do tell us, dear." "Once upon a time there was a bad little girl And her Mummy gave her the slipper, and that's all." It was not a very special story. But we pretended to be very pleased And Grandmother gave him jumps on her lap. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DOLL BELIEVERS by CLARENCE MAJOR THE ICE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON IVAN THE CZAR by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS FOR AN ALLEGORICAL DANCE OF WOMEN (BY ANDREA MANTEGNA) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: MARRIAGE MORNING by ALFRED TENNYSON |