It’s happy
(ever after) hour
in the forest
of the wayward
princess wildlings.
They’ve been shaken
by trees, and stirred
by breeze, and they’re
ready for another round
of pixie pickup sticks.
The river’s flowing fine
and so’s the blackberry
wine, and they’ll share
if you dare to shed
your crown
and stick around.
Last call’s a star
-ling’s song. Take another
sip
and sing along.
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