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Rapunzle Rapunzle


High on a hill, in Beverly Hills, stood a mansion 3 stories tall

There lived a family, all would admit, was in every bit odd  

Their daughter was homeschooled, trapped within those 4 walls

Many wondered why she never left, maybe it was all a facade

Perhaps the money and mansion was there to hide

All of the mystery and people that lied inside 

 

Sometimes at night, the girl would open her balcony door

There she would sit, almost all night without making a sound 

She would sit and wonder if the world could offer anything more

One night she was spotted by a boy who said her beauty could astound

Her hair long and gold, like rays of sun

Her face sweet and kind, unlike anyone 

 

The boy watched for weeks in attempt to make friends 

Yet his waving, smiling, talking and shouting, all his effort was to no avail 

Despite no success, he began to see that his efforts had no end

Even if her house he must scale, he refused to not prevail 

That night he snuck out, ready to climb

Knowing he must find success this time 

 

He climbed a tree, and up the wall, where he was aided by her hair?

No, once on the balcony there was just a rope, with no person around 

On her door he knocked, nervouse, but he thought completely prepared 

Inside the girl was startled and aroused, for on her door there was a pound 

When she looked outside there was a boy!

Surely there to only annoy 

 

She took flight down the stairs to where her parents laid in bed

There she cried there was a burglar trying to break in

The boy still sat outside rejected, with a heart full of dread

She obviously didn't like him, when he thought of how upset she'd been

Now a man stood before him, gun in hand

A woman calling 911, was not in plan

 

The cops then came and took him away, for a crime he didn't know

The family was grateful that they were safe again at home

Hoping that never again would they be forced to a burglary undergo 

They asked that no one around there house at night be allowed to roam

The boy cried that crime was not his intention 

But his parents both agreed on an intervention 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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