Rapunzel's Problem
In the long infinite hours,
of a long infinite tower.
A girl by the name of Rapunzel
remained trapped in her home
which now seemed sour.
In the long infinite hours,
of a long infinite tower,
Rapunzel sat on her chair
while she brushed her hair.
Brushing her loved mane,
which she had always treated with care
as she grew bored, it now seemed like a chore.
Soon Rapunzel concluded that with her long hair
she wanted to have nothing more.
Rapunzel indulged in teen magazines.
Page after page, the loveliest haircuts she had ever seen!
A haircut turned out to be the answer.
With help of her animal friends,
ever so faster
Rapunzel did some trimming.
Soon it was done,
a new, fun, haircut
that made her smile shine like the sun.
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