Our Tale

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    Our Tale

    Mirror mirror on the wall of life
    Reveal to me what to say to my wife
    If I could, I would write us into a fairy tale
    Me Jack, you Jill each of us with a pale
    In the pale are the seeds to grow our stalk
    We climb hand in hand till we reach the top
    The giant comes out , but only to say hello
    He points us in the direction that we need to go
    We follow the path to a house made of treats
    We stop for a while, and we eat and we eat
    Its back to the path once we have had our fill
    Its a race to grandmas place, you know the drill
    We arrive to find the wolf is at the door
    We punch and kick, he wont bother them any more
    Back on track, over the hills and through the forrest
    We find ourselves with the seven dwarfs standing before us
    I knew you would be scared and safely hid you away
    The dwarfs and I worked hard, all night and all day
    I want to wisk you away where there are no problems and no hassles
    My Princess Claudia, welcome, welcome home to your Castle
    I know there is nothing I could ever say or do on this earth
    To make up for the past, and show you what you are worth
    I want you to know that my fairy tale came true
    I have been living happily ever after, ever since I met you

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    stellar commented on Our Tale

    10-19-2009

    love the integration of fairy tales in this poem.........^_^ v

    Tempestlady commented on Our Tale

    08-06-2009

    I love te dichotomy of your tale and the fairy tales all mixed in. The love comes through strong ad clear. Love & write on.....

    mrobb6488 commented on Our Tale

    04-22-2009

    Love how you utilized fairy tales and applied them to your life with your wife. M-Robb

    litldeer commented on Our Tale

    12-11-2008

    I really like this one - very sweet. Lucky wife...

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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