Waking Up To Disappointment
My name is Aurora, and you probably know my classic tale,
But what if I was to tell you that in the end it failed?
It started when a fifteen-year-old I
Touched a spindle and nearly died
The entire kingdom became thorn-infested
No one should have entered, as they suggested
But no one listened, and a prince saved me
And from my sleep was I then freed
So when I awoke from a hundred years' rest
I puckered my lips and hoped for the best
And when I opened up my eyes it was him I could see
But all I had wished was that it was a girl saving me
Prince Phillip, he's handsome, yes that I know
But my family insisted I marry this brave fellow,
To their request I did comply,
But on the inside I wanted to die
And then we were wed--for me to be his mate,
But why in the world did he think I was straight?
For my love has never been for a man,
But rather a woman in a far away land
So that is why tonight I take my leave
With the dark of night covering over me
To the prince, I'm sorry, but did he think it would last?
I'd much rather be with a girl whose shoes are made from glass
I thought I could pretend and be his wife,
But all that's done is heighten my strife
And now I leave for a girl far away--
With her I shall forever stay
Yet, dear reader, never fear
For the story does not end here
Prince Phillip remains a kingdom hero,
And has much more time to spend with his "bros"
I did find my princess, and together we now live,
And I guess that's the end of my revised narrative
So, faithful reader, take to heart my story, and moreover:
If you're not satisfied, then your tale is far from over.
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