Rapunzel- Once Upon a Time
Alone with no admirers to receive her,
with posters on the walls of Justin Beiber.
her iPod worked just fine except one hitch,
mp3's uploaded daily by a witch.
To receive her favourite music took some time
the old hag was quite slow on such a climb.
A lift would be ideal, even some stairs
but all for cheapness' sake she used her hair.
These tresses, in their teens and never touched
by scissors, looking after didn't take much.
Silky soft and combed three times a day
was all it took to keep her locks that way.
One morning a voice called in manly tone
up to her window, “Anyone at home?”
She put down her copy of 'Home and garden”
and shouted from the window, “Beg your Pardon?”
Now leaving, he heard her and paused his step
“Good morning”, he cried, “ I'm an Avon Rep”.
“Sorry I didn't answer for so long,
you see, I have no door, so no 'Ding dong'
and from that garish bag I think I see
you have some beauty products just for me? ”
“Why yes” he cried “and if your order's firm,
that would help, 'coz I don't do sale or return”.
No second asking needed, up he winched,
his sales pitch would make this deal a cinch.
And thus the story ends, it came to pass,
he left without the goods but with the lass.
Happy every after, they, since then,
sponsored by Clinique, Batiste, Pantene.
February 2nd, 2016
For contest, 'Once upon a time', sponsor Laura Loo
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2016
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