Really Tangled

Once upon a time,

There was a young woman locked in a tower,

She was beautiful,

Dark,

Yes dark,

With magnificent bunches of rich locks,

Full bodied curls with bounce and vigor,

Strength and form,

Her hair was all she knew,

But,

She desired to know what life beyond her hair was like,

Was there sun?

Dirt?

Men?

Attractive, men?

One morning she decided to escape captivity,

Adrenaline steeped,

Shoes tightly fastened,

She took flight down the stairs toward the door,

But,

She tripped,

And tumbled,

Tumbled,

Tumbled…

In a fortnight, a man came by to rescue the fabled maiden,

Who was rumored to have been locked in the tower,

At the edge of the village,

When he arrived on gallant steed,

He broke down the door with force and vigor,

The door demolished,

He recoiled in disgust,

At his feet lay,

A gargantuan round mass,

Of hair.

The end.