The princesses are at it again
with their grins
and their gin
and their tutu spin.
They’ve all been given second
chances and seconds of cake.
They’ve long shed their corsets
and their crowns
and their pumps
and their frowns
and the promises
of being “saved”
and decided
to gambol with dragons
(who haven’t quite
finished their rave.)
They’re quite happy here
among the trees
with their toes in mud
and their hair loosed
to breeze and their nimble
fingers spinning new stories
out of sunrise gold.
They’ve been told
they’re a little bit crazy
and a little bit lazy
and a whole lot of trouble.
(They don’t give
such things a second
glance.)
But
if you come back a little
later, they might entertain
the thought of
saving you
a dance.
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In November, we poem. The Wayward Princesses of Wildling Wood are at it again.
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These are the princesses I would have loved to read about growing up!
Thank you! Me, too. And so I write about them now. The Paper Bag Princess by Robert Munsch was fun, and my daughter loved it! 🙂
Oh! Will have to look that up!