Mabel on the Move
Little Mabel Bittle-Bop
like to whittle while she hopped
and while she ran, and while she skipped
and while she twirled - until she tripped
and hit the ground and broke her stick
and cut her hand, which made her sick,
and now with sharp things on the go
she’s little Mabel Take-It-Slow.
like to whittle while she hopped
and while she ran, and while she skipped
and while she twirled - until she tripped
and hit the ground and broke her stick
and cut her hand, which made her sick,
and now with sharp things on the go
she’s little Mabel Take-It-Slow.
This poem is copyright (©) Cindy Greene 2026
About the Writer
Cindy Greene
Cindy loves to write poetry and picture books while sitting at her kitchen table, while running, and when she is supposed to be sleeping. Cindy helps non-profits, works on issues of racial justice, and spends time with her fun family and ball-obsessed dog. She likes to laugh a lot. Cindy’s poetry can be found in several anthologies and stamped in a concrete sidewalk in her town.
