Fairy Tales

I've never been jealous in Cinderella's wake

Perhaps once or twice

But not in too much vain

Although perfection is nice

And love oh so sweet

I'm happy here

And happy with me

Sometimes I do wish

To have untainted beauty

But then what is there to love

And where goes all my flaws

An apple's bite

I doubt would bring all my wrongs right

And a glass slipper just wouldn't fit

My friends are all tall

and not quite twelve

So there goes my chance at fame

That's alright though

My chance has already had its claim

My naps are no longer than an hour at most

So, what I'm no princess

But who really is

Stories are nice

And so is pretend

But in all truth be told

I prefer

Reality in the end

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