The Princess Rapunzel lived high in a tower, <br />Where a wicked old witch had once placed her, <br />And day after day, from hour to hour, <br />Deep boredom and lonliness faced her. <br /> <br />The witch told Rapunzel, “Here ye shall stay <br />Until ye shall wed my child, Mitch” <br />“I’d rather a prisoner remain, anyway, <br />Than wed that wee son of a witch.” <br /> <br />Locked up in a tower impossibly tall, <br />Rapunzel she wept to be free; <br />For though she had gowns and jewelry and all, <br />A sad, lonely princess was she. <br /> <br />She sat by her window and wished for a prince <br />To ride up on his white horse and save her, <br />While washing her beautiful hair with a rinse <br />Reminiscent of lemons in flavor. <br /> <br />And then one day, she saw a white horse, <br />With a handsome prince seated astride; <br />“Will you save me, ” she asked, and he answered “Of course, <br />If you’ll be my beautiful bride! ” <br /> <br />He searched for a door as he rode round the keep, <br />But none did he find all around there; <br />He tried to climb up, but the sides were too steep, <br />And then a solution he found there. <br /> <br />“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair! ” <br />“Wait, I’ll be back in two jigs” <br />He smiled as he waited upon his horse, there, <br />And soon he was buried in wigs. <br /> <br />His horse, in fright, took off like a shot, <br />And took the prince back to his court; <br />Rapunzel remembered the haircut she got, <br />And regretted she cut it so short. <br /> <br />If this tale must a moral have, here then, bon chance, <br />“The princess was foiled by her vanities; <br />Instead of tossing the prince her bouffants, <br />She’d have better luck tossing her panities! ”<br /><br />John Bliven Morin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rapunzel-5/
