It Is a Sad, Sad Tale
it is a sad, sad tale indeed it is
father passed when i was but a babe
left with mother, sisters, dog, rabbits
there were three parakeets
and they all shared a commonality
they were female, still suspect the goldfish
such was life for me
mornings i had to prepare baths
hang towels, washcloths
then set the table with placings
wake my sisters for their baths
begin their breakfast
as they began to dine
prepared their clothes
cleaned the bathroom
cleaned the kitchen, wash the dishes
i cannot continue in this nightmare
later in life, i would pen this story
set it into a fairy tale
where my heart could always go
and wish this had been my life
sent it off to a publisher
low and behold they wrote
such a children's fable
we will print your story at once
joy filled my heart, my narrative told
and then the shock, the final blow
they had changed everything
even the name was gone
and the world was to be denied
the story of Cinderfella
who won the heart of the princess
and it was no pumpkin
it was a purple eggplant
the color of royalty
i am working on my next book
i dreamed i was orphaned
out of that feminine pit
found a balanced family
and such my new novel
Danne of Blue Gables
the "e" is silent
and pray my four daughters
find it entertaining
gentlemen may i share some wisdom
an adage belonging to the ages
in life there are times
from which there is, alas, no escape
OKC 6/22
Copyright © Timothy Ray | Year Posted 2022
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