Braggadacio Rumplestiltskin
Rumpelstiltskin was celebrating with glee around his fire
Tomorrow he would have to wet nurse hire
For he would have in his possession a royal child
His life would no longer be meek and mild
He would be a celebrity of course
Everyone would come to see his baby Norse
Yes that was the name he had already decided
He was crazy with glee, he would have confided
If he had a friend in the world, but he did not
For he was stingy, and selfish, and shared not his pot
He was not the kind of a father for a child to have to put up with
He was not evil but simple, with the mind of a bucket that was the myth
Rumpelstiltskin was dancing and jumping
Yelling with glee his heart braggadociously thumping
The queen will give her child to me as is my right
He yelled into the air of that warm summer’s night
He had no idea the queen’s messenger heard him shout
His full name and clearly, yes, he yelled it right out
The next day he went to collect his child, all excited and stuff
But the queen said his name, and he turned angry and rough
He yelled and he screamed, and he wailed and he keened
He stamped a big hole, no longer calm, collected or preened.
He disappeared into it, and was never seen again
So all of that bragging was the end of Rumpelstiltskin.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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