Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Fairy Tales


I grew up on fairy tales;
Read them over and over.
Came to believe them.
They lie.
Take Beauty and the Beast.
I’ve known some beasts, kissed some,
None of them ever turned Prince.
Once a beast, always a beast, I say.
Kissed a few frogs too. Same story.
A frog is a frog is a frog. However,
If you find a talking frog, keep him.
Conversation is more valuable
Than manly feats of derring do.
Cinderella, too technical, cast of hundreds,
Mice and pumpkins and all.
Rapunzel, yes, a man will use a woman
To climb to the top if she is the way up.
Snow White, slavey to seven little me.
Sleeping Beauty, another dreamer
Rescued by a kiss. One hundred years
Of morning breath? Ewww.
Do you really believe that a Prince
Would hack through briars and brambles
For a little nookey? Not when Cinderella’s
Evil step-sisters stand on the corner
Giving it out for free.


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