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