Rapunzel stuck in her tower,
Sang one song for half an hour;
She didn't even know the words,
But no one heard her but the birds;
She let her hair down literally,
That mice might keep her company;
But here's the twist, don't tell her please,
Her hair began to smell of cheese...
That small mice carry in each claw,
That fused her hair like clumps of straw;
And oh! It reeked of something stale,
For miles around, beyond the dale;
Rapunzel, she never guessed,
She never knew her hair was messed;
Now, when the Prince climbed up her braid,
His heart grew still, he grew afraid;
"What in Heavens is that stink? '
He couldn't speak, he couldn't think!
As he climbed, it grew more stronger,
He couldn't bear it one bit longer;
'Ahhh! ', He yelled in agony,
'This putrid strench is killing me! '
He fainted then, and down he fell,
Into the brambles with the smell;
The kindly mice, they would not snitch,
They blamed the awful, wicked witch!
"She pushed him down! She pushed him down! "
They squeaked the tale, all over town;
But you know better...(wink, wink wink! ! !)
The fainted Prince, fell with the stink!
Moral: Everyone has weaknesses, even pretty Princesses! C
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem