Penelope's Doom.

Down deep in the forest warm,
Began strong wind, furthermore a storm.
Young Penelope, started to feel unsafe and unsure,
From out of nowhere, came an old lady called Ms. Buerr.
Without thinking whatsoever,
And not being entirely clever,
Young Pen followed the lady up towards her house.
The old lady shuffling quietly, as quiet as a mouse.
"Ms Buerr?" Pen asked.
As they got to the cottage at last.
The old lady did not reply.
Maybe she was keeping a little lie?
Out from under her robes, Pen grabbed her bow and arrow.
Out from under her robes,
The widow clasped her wand, which was made from marrow.
"Do 'ner follow me 'gain young girly!" the lady hissed from behind her hood.
Penelope did not know what to do, so helpless she stood.
Pen met what could only be said as her doom.
Well, at least Ms. Buerr didn't have to share her room.