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Rapunzel

I have sat in this tower So endlessly long, Hoping the prince Would have finally gone. But he stands on the ground A mile far down there, And is shouting Rapunzel O let down your hair. My mother and father Soon join in the call, O come now dear daughter There’s no ladder at all. But I really believe That I'd rather be dead, Than climb down this morning And tomorrow be wed I can see him a speck There far down below, He’s as tall and as dainty As the maidens I know, So I’ll sit here forever Until he has gone But climb down I’ll never Though the wait will be long. Soon it was dark And they all went to bed, And I thought its my chance To escape being wed. So I threw down the ladder And climbed down real fast, But though it was hard I was down in a blast. Some might have thought, Why not use my long hair But the pain that it brought Would be dreadful to bear. Down on the ground Was no guard that could stop For they were building a ladder To climb to the top. So I silently sneaked Through the garden and gate, And went to the pet shop Which was open quite late. And I bought there a pet Which had hatched in the night, So I took it back home And waited for light. Now as everyone knows In every fairytale since, When a frog is kissed It turns to a prince. So tell me what would happen If my reasoning is right And I kissed a small dragon Which hatched in the night. Would it turn to a monster With claw and with wing? Would it be very hungry And eat anything? Would it turn to a creature With great apatite To eat every prince The it got into sight. O I thought and I wondered What would be the change There’s so many monsters So endless the range. But whatever the thing That it turned out to be It would sure solve my problem And eat “somebody”. But in the morning When dawn and the light, I kissed the small dragon But I wasn’t quite right. No monster appeared With claw and with wing, Though he had quite sharp teeth It turned to a king. I was quite amazed So I asked him his name And he grinned real polite And he said it was flame. So I had now a choice Between 3 I could make, The tower, the king Or the prince (not awake). So after I thought For an hour or two I said to the king I think I’ll choose you. And he grinned with sharp teeth And a small spark leapt out, For he was once a dragon But no one found out.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 4/28/2011 3:57:00 PM
And on this excellent piece of poetic storytelling I think I will save the pleasure of readin all the rest of your work untill another day! Thanks for the pleasant evening......Ivor
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Date: 7/21/2010 11:46:00 PM
I remember that story. Lovely write.
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Date: 7/20/2010 1:25:00 PM
Enjoyed this poetry from you today and will read more, please check out my recent Criminals part 3 and remember its only a story. Have a great day.
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Date: 7/17/2010 7:14:00 AM
WOW!! What a terrific rewrite of the fairytale. Spellbinding to say the least. In the Orient dragons are not seen as evil creatures but revered. Was glad to see he turned into a king and she chose to be with him! Terrific poem! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 7/16/2010 10:54:00 PM
Wow, awesome write,, enjoyed..P.D.
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Date: 7/16/2010 8:55:00 PM
Absolutely fabulous! Way to go!
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