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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