Alice Hubbard's home was not ever cluttered, like azure roses, in rows.
Full of sun, the panes were never shuttered, typical where love grows.

Alice was fondly called, 'Old Mother Hubbard,' by people of the town;
And her dog, Bandit, was often spoilt, like diamonds, in night's crown.

Alice was a widow, and her children were grown. She still enjoyed life.
She and Bandit were blithe companions, like rainbow, since dark strife.

Dear Alice became somewhat forgetful, like absentminded, desert rain;
Often forgetting where she had put things, never to locate them again!

Field sparrows were flying above foxgloves, in a new fashioned summer,
When firm friends gifted familiar wonders; like scarlet butterfly cultures.

Yellow finches and pink flamingos flitted, in a flurry of feverish dances;
When the younger generation came to call, with favorite sister, Frances.

She lived in the house of happiness, with wonders in every apricot day,
Like jewels, waiting to be discovered, always sparkling to show the way.

Red squirrels scampered and spotted turtles sneaked, on Salvia Street;
When Bandit scurried, scattering scarlet leaves, to commentary tweets.

Typically in neon purple, new night, beneath nebulous, crowds of stars,
Alice nibbled and chatted with neighbors, on her porch of glimpsed Mars.

'Kiss me over the garden gate ' blooms leaned, and puckered pink lips;
And yellow, hula hibiscuses were swaying, like lullabies on rocking ships.

Golden leopard's bane was much avoided, as orange lion's tails wagged.
Piggyback plants hitched rides, on tomorrow wings, as red dusk lagged.

After eating lunch one day, Alice saved a meaty bone for beloved Bandit;
To be put into a dish in the cupboard, for a later treat, as she'd planned it.

When Bandit came in, full of sunshine and fun, eager for his usual treat-
Alice was stunned to see the treat was missing; like wafting petal defeat!

'Old Mother Hubbard, went to the cupboard, to give the poor dog a bone;
When she came there, the cupboard was bare; and so the poor Dog had none!'

What dreadful times these were; like red sunset at gold, glittering noon!
Hot, hungry, Bandit began a steady whine, as a wolf howls at pearl moon.

It was the season of chasing lizards, flickering fireflies and swift squirrels;
But, blue Bandit was in such a sorry state, that he chased his tail in circles.

Forgetful Alice found the bone in the parlor, where she had gotten a candle;
Then forgot to retrieve the dish, like nature, with too many colors to handle!