Her Prince

Deep in slumber, Rapunzel impatiently waited

A hundred years had gone by

And she felt rather outdated

As old as a pie covered in flies

But her Prince was coming for her

So she never did sleep in fear

She hoped for a beautiful boy she’d prefer

Someone who would love her dear

But when her “Prince” finally came to save her from death

Dressed in rags with cheap

Beer and a sneer on his breath

She wished she were still asleep.