Rapunzel Poem by Phil Soar

Rapunzel



Hark, I hear a maiden calling
Shouting from the turrets up above
Her long blonde hair is dangling down and falling
I think that I am falling deep in love

She lives so high, I cannot see her beauty
Her voice, however, is sweet unto my ears
In my eyes, she seems a little cutie
And what I've waited for, for many years

I tugged upon her hair to gain attention
And signalled I would climb up to her world
She blew a kiss I took as deep affection
I climbed up on her hair that had unfurled

And when I reached the summit, I was staggered
Her beauty wasn't obvious to see
Her faced was full of warts and she looked haggard
I looked for an escape route frantically

She was in fact a witch, and not a princess
She turned me into something quite extreme
And made me so ugly I was right mess
And then I woke up from my childhood dream

Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Nonsense
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