The Princess and the Swan

THE PRINCESS AND THE SWAN As the storm raged, there were several knocks on the door, She stood the completely drenched, from her head down to the floor. This stunning princess was looking for somewhere to stay Her name is Fiona; well, in this story anyway. A handsome man answered and to his surprise Saw this beautiful woman, with the most amazing eyes. She dried herself off, he sat her next to the roaring fire This house was a mansion, it certainly wasn’t dire. This young man placed a pea under the bed of her mattresses Hoping to find out if Fiona, was truly a princess. If she was uncomfortable, all throughout the night It’s true she will be royalty, come the morning light. Meanwhile, in the garden, under the burdock leaves, Mother duck is hatching eggs and with a sigh she heaves. ‘They have all hatched, apart from this large egg’ ‘Please be born soon’ was all she could beg. Out he came, bigger, greyer and uglier than the rest Was he a duck or a turkey, the other ducklings would jest. Hurting so much, he didn’t know what to do Joining other birds in different places, away he flew. Back to the princess, she woke the next morn Looking all black and blue, forever so forlorn ‘My sleep was horrible.’ Princess Fiona had said. I cannot go another night in that uncomfy bed!’ And now they knew this princess was real Out came the loving prince, to finally seal the deal. Now together they were to become man and wife Enjoying their happiness and forever their life. Just like Fiona, the duck did very well As he was growing, he started to look swell He waddled to the pond right across the lawn His reflection told him, he was a majestic swan. So princess Fiona has found her loving match As the graceful swan glides, and insects he’ll catch. This poem now ends, I shall write no more I’m hoping for the princess, it’s opened another door. THE END Chris Gair 23 December 2016