The Princess who Flees

 

Sooper Books

A palace should be more comfortable
than any old B&B, don’t you think?
Well, the royal family took me in,
alright, but they gave me a lumpy bed.
 
The bumps were so hard that I couldn’t sleep,
and I got out of bed bruised black and blue.
Which proved to the legal prince that I am
a princess, so he wants to marry me!
 
Good grief!  Why didn’t he just test my blood
with Ancestry?  Why resort to folk tales?
Why not discuss it?  What a way to start
a relationship—bizarre and eerie.
 
Women need more than wealth and fame these days.
Secret tests suggest more unyielding rules.
I’ll slip out the door, find and start my car,
and—no looking back—thank my lucky stars.  

 

For Sherry's Prompt "UN-FAIRY TALES" at What's Going On?

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