SAMSON AND RAPUNZEL
Samson
wandered out
of the Bible into
the nearest fairy tale
which just
happened to be
....Rapunzel.
“Rapunzel! ”
“Well...lucky ole me! ”
he chuckled to himself
leaving religion
behind him.
He just tore down
the tower
catching her as she fell
heavily for him.
Underneath the bricks
lay the dead witch
but to hell
with her!
This was the girl
of his dreams
Heaven
scent!
They had a whirlwind
romance.
Rapunzel let down her hair
and danced...danced...danced.
It was all like some
new kind of fairy story
written by someone who
obviously didn’t know the rules
or how exactly
these things are supposed to go
and make it all wrong
which was just right for her.
If she could she would
have kissed
that short-sighted long haired
myopic Irish bloke
who dozy with
his anit-histamine medication
(he must be allergic to
Reality)
wrote the first thing that
came to mind.
Yeah!
Samson and Rapunzel.
Samson and Rapunzel
It’s got that
certain ring about it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem