Happily Ever Afters

Once upon a time,

A girl wrote a rhyme

That became too sublime

To be read to children

At bedtime.

Trapped in a tower,

Face all a glower,

She was no dainty flower

To be picked by a prince

Of great power.

For she was the witch

Whose pen had an itch

To capture fine and kitsch

Art too important to be

Tossed in a ditch.

She, the story-crafter,

With dark, raucous laughter,

Tied a rope to the rafter,

Kicked the chair out from under,

And found Happily Ever After.

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

Seeing social workers everywhere up in arms as parents read this lovely bedtime story to their little horrors.
I like it.