A Modern Faerie Tale

A Poem, a Tale of Faerie, with twists and turns.

Here on the busy corner of the street

A maiden, a princess so very very sweet

Her hair may be short and full of spikes

Her shoes not glass and more for hikes

Still, she's royal and pretty

Her humor dry and witty

One thing she ponders

One thing she wonders

She's sure there's supposed to be a prince about

It's like she's only half without

A man by her side

For nights she cried and cried

Then one morning in bed

A thought came to her head

"I have it now, I know! A shoe, a shoe!

"The prince finds it, asks: Does this belong to you?"

Her plan in action

It only takes a fraction

Of time before a man stumbles

He doesn't pick it up, only mumbles

Something about sorry ma'm

Stomping her foot she whispers Damn!

Only one thing to do it seems

A girl has to make her own dreams

Come true 

I'm sure it's the same for you

Here a tall handsome man lingers

She taps him gently with her fingers

"Excuse me sir, are you by chance an undercover prince?"

He gives her a look, pulls his earpiece out and says: "Prince?"

Shaking his head he point to a store.

"No. Me, I only smoke Marlborough."

Author's Note

This is (almost) my first attempt to rhyme in English. I want it to sort of fall to pieces at the end, a trashing of the faerie tale ... tell me what you think.

Reviews

[MOON]

I love this write and your humour lovely it flows so well. I assume prince is a cigarette in your country damn the romance gone.

[Yheela]

Thank you!
Yes, it's a brand of cigarettes (nasty habit). ^_^