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In bed-time stories she’d believe
From that little girl naïve she’s grown
Why by know she should’ve better known
that most men depart soon after they’ve successfully embarked
Vanishing off into the Evanescent Forest
Au revoir!
Lustful nights
awaken from fille de joie love humdrum
Sorry, it’s simply the way it always appears hun
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, letting down your fair hair
They come and they go
A bounty of nomadic men scaling golden braided stairs
Squeezing yourself into an unflattering fairy tale fit
Unfortunately how tight, how uneasy the glistening gown zips
None care
as long as they may comfortably slip into -thy lady’s sterling underwear
Oh Repunzel dear
yet another chapter this happens
In an animated moment of forgetfulness
you tend to misread the pages unfolding hapless
Where you’ll shamefully recite
Once upon a time’s disenchanted ends on a mattress
The fictitious vows they spiel misleading you to unseal
Why seemingly blest turns of the morn ultimately reveal
nothing rested on Queen silk except broken wrappers inseminating sorrow
Your loveless womb
Eve after eve
Ethereally she sings; Dreams of a King
but will she ever receive more than a Trojan on her pillow
Descending tower walls
A myriad of steeds sewing royal oats, and never has she seen one fasten a noble coat
Outside old brick
Will she ever encounter a sovereign prince seeking her love, offering his kingdom
The one whom covets her hand in marriage
Not quite the romantic novel
Tales of a young princess sleeping with men stealing her tomorrows
Forever spellbound in ephemeral pleasure
Never to be crowned her Happily Ever After
