Why I Don't Read Fairy Tales Anymore MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Tell me a story or two.

Let me sit on your soft thigh

and watch your mouth work like a faucet.

The words swell fat on your tongue

and plunge from your springy lips

(like brave words do).

It's all about a princess,

blond and stupid like a brand-new chick.

She's darling, sweet, and kissing frogs

into blue-suited princes.

What a cinch!

What a cinch for that gold-haired rose,

to touch green lips to hers

in return for ever-after smiles.

What a cinch to be happy

when you're as fair as a flower in June's garden!

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