Tale of An Ugly Duckling
She was an inch too short, a step too slow
A minute late, her voice too low
One tooth missing, inept at kissing
One toe deformed, no repair performed
Skin too pale, hair too thin
Committed petty crimes and sins
Rather dull, bereft of hope
Abused alcohol, smoked dope
An ugly duckling sure was she
Not ever likely to find her 'he'
Yet from thorns do roses bloom
Thus cast she off her witches broom'
Today she's married, a beaming bride
Her Prince Charming close by her side
Do not let Chance precious mettle melt
~ Learn to play the hand you are dealt
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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