Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Princess

Cinderella
How's your fella
Does he treat you well? Are
You loving your life
As the pumpkin princess,
In a fleeting ball dress
And a fleeing pale mess.
I hope it's working out
And he sees what you're about.
Not just some discarded glass shoes
Orphaned on the steps.

8 comments:

post-it said...

randum.. but really cool.. cindrella?

Brass Baboon said...

Cinderella.

Fairy godmother? Pumpkin coach? Midnight dance with Prince Charming.

I was using it as a metaphore or something.

post-it said...

tehe oh right that makes soo much sence.. tehe well it was a gud metaphore.

once again very cool.

post-it said...

who was it about anyway or was it just randum?

Brass Baboon said...

umm

I'm not sure.
About a sentiment more than a person.

Wrote it on the way back from YAC in the car when it was too dark to see the lines on the paper. Listening to Radiohead at the time.
Hmm.

Yeh. I dunno. Along the same lines of your "fairytale" i spose...

post-it said...

tehe ohhh right, it is very well written.

fairy tale is the one of my poems?

Brass Baboon said...

Life is not a fairytale

post-it said...

oh yea that one.. meeh bad poem..