4 December 2012
The longest hair in all the land, And all I want's a chop. Finely spun like purest gold, A woven, braided mop.
The biggest eyes in all the land, And yet I love my specs, Baby-blue and wide as wide, With sapphire-hazel flecks.
Such flawless skin, a milky hue, I wish I could eat junk... I yearn for pizza, chips or coke, Or booze! I've never drunk...
A willowed frame, a graceful girl, I want a motorbike. Instead I have to sit and read, And sing, and such alike.
Gazing out across the land, For my prince, I have to wait, When what I want's to be out there, Not in this sorry state.
I want to dye and chop my locks, Ride a bike and yell! Paint the town in red and speed, Oh, curse this stupid spell!
The REAL Rapunzel. • Opuss № I