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!!