This Week's Fairy Tale
"Rude-Pun-Zel, Rude-Pun-Zel, Let Down Your Glass Eye!"
Rude-Pun-Zel had always been rude,
Sometimes boarderline crude,
But her own blue eyes she prized,
And she told no lies,
When she declared she was the
fairest of maids,
To sour some people '
like unsweetened lemonaids
One day she was too rude,
To a Sociopath Druid,
And in vengence, he
plucked out one eye...
Well she did not then die,
But, oh, oh, oh my, my, my...
She did long cry...
But at only 50% capacity,
Cause she had only one eye,
You see?
Well her Sorceror dad,
His temper was bad,
And this made him real mad
So he fitted her with,
her one glass eye...
But he was color-blind
And didn't know what kind,
So he got one very brown,
Figuring if off, she would not mind...
Well Rue-Pun-Zel did
keep it anyway,
And everyday she'd
tie it in,
With a long eye-lash,
Of which she kept
a hefty stash
But now banished to
a tall tower blue,
She wanted for someone to her, save,
One day he came,
A plodding young knave,
Not too bright,
And not too brave,
He'd heard the tale,
Then one night,
after too much ale,
Seeked her out, from
the base of her tower...
Rude-Pun-Zel!!
Rude-Pun-Zel!!
Let down your glass eye,
I'll climb your lashes,
So no more will you cry!!
I'll even take you,
to the local fish fry!!
Sadly, as poor
Rude-Pun-Zel attempted
this feat,
Her glass eye did slip,
And shatter when it hit
Goes to show you,
Always keep an eye on an eye!!
Goodbye!!
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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