Trouble in Fairy-tale Land: A Poem
Trouble in Fairytale Land
Little Jack Horner pouted in the corner
For dropping a kitty down a well.
Along came a spider drinking hard cider
And asked Jack why he’d done it, "what the hell?"
Out of the cupboard climbed Old Mother Hubbard
and a bovine that had hurdled a star
With Old Lay Leary tracking her query
Claiming the cow had burned down her barn.
Meanwhile, the king’s stallion kicked a teetering wall
That sent Humpty into a fatal fall.
Then a poor, crooked man
walked beside a crooked fence.
All the wild, crooked brats
stole his cane and last sixpence.
The King paced across the throne room floor
Considering the mayhem outside his door.
The tales that had once been joyful and sweet
Were now violent, mean, and untoward.
The King proclaimed a royal feast with sport and games for all.
He hoped to quiet the peasants’ fears with an elaborate, royal ball,
That a tale might unfold to brighten all hearts,
To stem the downward trending
So the darkness would fade and stories again
Would have glorious happy endings.
Somewhere out in a countryside cottage
A young woman brushes tangles from her hair
In her heart, she dreams
Of a gown that flows free
Of slippers that glow as she dances to and fro
With a prince at the King’s royal ball.
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