Rumpelstiltskin's Bad Day

Once upon a time,

In a land without stories,

in a house full of builders,

A young girl named Jessica

Struggled in the foyer.

To follow her parent's footsteps,

She had to prove her worth.

But this girl was scared,

And thought it be'd easier

To take on the Earth.

Then came a man,

Odd and unappeaeling.

He said he'd help the girl,

But it's price gave her a bad feeling.

He said he wanted her home,

For it was tall and wide.

Finally she agreed

And he stood, wide-eyed.

"Won't your parents be upset?" he asked.

"Not if I build a swing,"

She said with golly.

He was confused with everything.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be!

He accepted anyways and got to work.

He grabbed a rope,

He grabbed a chair,

He said it's soon become an artwork.

He sawed and he hammed;

As time passed by,

He finally finished it.

Then he knew why.

The swing was ugly.

Was it even a swing?

It looked like trash,

Not even suited for a king.

He was dumbfound, he was confused.

"Fix it!" she pled.

Then he figured,

It looked better in his head.

He paused and considered,

Said the deal was off.

He knew he had failed.

But still, he made a scoff.

"We made a deal," he said,

"It is the house I will get

And for both of our sakes,

I hope I like it."

Her face became sour

Then she shouted and yelled.

"That is NOT a swing!

Here, you shall not dwell."

He shrugged without care

Then fairly he said,

"If you can't seem to bear,

There's only one way.

You must guess my name.

Or else therefore,

I shall fill this house,

With my chairs and my board games."

She pondered and pondered,

And then she had guessed.

Like a needle in a trash bin,

She guessed it without squander.

"Is it Rumpelstiltskin?"