Tuesday, October 7, 2008

First thing to break was a jug 
and as it was filled with milk 
it was something she could shrug off
not without sadness but without anger 
She could admit the mistake
and she refused to worry

And when she pricked and cut her hand 
she got some satisfaction from the sight of her own blood

but it was when she realised a black sock had fallen
in with the white sheets and stained them like tar 

a kind of fear and anger
 swept over her 
and she could think of nothing 
except escape

Rupunzel is a tale told by many tongues

Repunzel is not

Repunzel lived in a castle surrounded by iguanas

Rapunzel's hair was reported to be 51 feet long
Repunzel's was much longer and stranger 

Her mother like Rapunzel's had suffered a feverish fetish

not for lettuce 

but for Slugs and Snails

The effect of this was not only a name
the effect of this was a curse all of its own

For at the end of Repunzel's maine was a cold blooded tail.

With so much to do it is a surprise that anything is ever done