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“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!”
I called to the maiden, a legend so fair,
From down on the ground I could not see her face,
Only a hand, waving with grace,
Out of the window came a silky soft thread,
Woven from hair, to lead me to bed,
I took it in hand and began my ascent,
Reaching the top with my energy spent,
And when I saw her, from the window I flew,
She was imprisoned for reasons I knew,
The hair I had climbed, so shiny and black,
Was growing most thickly all over her back.
Onwards I travelled to a castle cursed,
Where a beautiful princess had suffered the worst,
A cut on a spindle had released a spell,
To remain in the tower asleep in her cell,
My kiss would free her, bring her back to life,
So then I could ask her if she’d be my wife,
I ran through the courtyard and into the tower,
No woman could fail to be impressed by my power,
I pushed open the door, and puckered my lips,
Approaching her slowly, swaying my hips,
The kiss was unpleasant, a stench worse than death,
A hundred year sleep causes terrible breath.
I called to the maiden, a legend so fair,
From down on the ground I could not see her face,
Only a hand, waving with grace,
Out of the window came a silky soft thread,
Woven from hair, to lead me to bed,
I took it in hand and began my ascent,
Reaching the top with my energy spent,
And when I saw her, from the window I flew,
She was imprisoned for reasons I knew,
The hair I had climbed, so shiny and black,
Was growing most thickly all over her back.
Onwards I travelled to a castle cursed,
Where a beautiful princess had suffered the worst,
A cut on a spindle had released a spell,
To remain in the tower asleep in her cell,
My kiss would free her, bring her back to life,
So then I could ask her if she’d be my wife,
I ran through the courtyard and into the tower,
No woman could fail to be impressed by my power,
I pushed open the door, and puckered my lips,
Approaching her slowly, swaying my hips,
The kiss was unpleasant, a stench worse than death,
A hundred year sleep causes terrible breath.
Thanks for kind words.
Yes, the second edit on this was to add the second 'tale'. There will probably be more of these at some point.
Beauty and the Beast could be fun with the 'beauty' choosing the 'beast' over our knight. As for Snow White, he could either encounter the magic mirror, or be the one that revives Snow White with a kiss that made her bring up the apple. A continued theme of bad kisses could be fun - with her throwing half digested apple over him.
Yes, the second edit on this was to add the second 'tale'. There will probably be more of these at some point.
Beauty and the Beast could be fun with the 'beauty' choosing the 'beast' over our knight. As for Snow White, he could either encounter the magic mirror, or be the one that revives Snow White with a kiss that made her bring up the apple. A continued theme of bad kisses could be fun - with her throwing half digested apple over him.
For some reason I can't quite remember Snow White, but unless the knight decided to become a carpenter for a day, little red riding hood won't fit so well. :-P
Snow White and Little Red Riding Hood both have good potential.
Great.
Just when so many things were becoming a chore to read.
I can't but help think that it's not quite finished.
There are more fairy tales for you to butcher Meka.
I see you've edited once already...
Having said that, I personally can't think of which one next...
How about he finds a silver slipper at a ball, but Cinderella's godmother had granted her more than just a beautiful dress in her midnight wish... say a figure to fit inside it? ;-)
I'll come back in 24 hours and if you haven't done it then I'll do it myself! :-P
Just when so many things were becoming a chore to read.
I can't but help think that it's not quite finished.
There are more fairy tales for you to butcher Meka.
I see you've edited once already...
Having said that, I personally can't think of which one next...
How about he finds a silver slipper at a ball, but Cinderella's godmother had granted her more than just a beautiful dress in her midnight wish... say a figure to fit inside it? ;-)
I'll come back in 24 hours and if you haven't done it then I'll do it myself! :-P
Love the last lines :D
If only blonde rhymed with back, she would have remained a blonde. ;o)
Ho ho. Always assumed Rapunzel was blonde though.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!”
I called to the maiden, a legend so fair,
From down on the ground I could not see her face,
Only a hand, waving with grace,
Out of the window came a silky soft thread,
Woven from hair, to lead me to bed,
I took it in hand and began my ascent,
Reaching the top with my energy spent,
And when I saw her, from the window I flew,
She was imprisoned for reasons I knew,
The hair I had climbed, so shiny and black,
Was growing most thickly all over her back.
Onwards I travelled to a castle cursed,
Where a beautiful princess had suffered the worst,
A cut on a spindle had released a spell,
To remain in the tower asleep in her cell,
My kiss would free her, bring her back to life,
So then I could ask her if she’d be my wife,
I ran through the courtyard and into the tower,
No woman could fail to be impressed by my power,
I pushed open the door, and puckered my lips,
Approaching her slowly, swaying my hips,
The kiss was unpleasant, a stench worse than death,
A hundred year sleep causes terrible breath.
I called to the maiden, a legend so fair,
From down on the ground I could not see her face,
Only a hand, waving with grace,
Out of the window came a silky soft thread,
Woven from hair, to lead me to bed,
I took it in hand and began my ascent,
Reaching the top with my energy spent,
And when I saw her, from the window I flew,
She was imprisoned for reasons I knew,
The hair I had climbed, so shiny and black,
Was growing most thickly all over her back.
Onwards I travelled to a castle cursed,
Where a beautiful princess had suffered the worst,
A cut on a spindle had released a spell,
To remain in the tower asleep in her cell,
My kiss would free her, bring her back to life,
So then I could ask her if she’d be my wife,
I ran through the courtyard and into the tower,
No woman could fail to be impressed by my power,
I pushed open the door, and puckered my lips,
Approaching her slowly, swaying my hips,
The kiss was unpleasant, a stench worse than death,
A hundred year sleep causes terrible breath.