Tales

fairy tales, the stories of old,

with characters well-founded,

we ask the questions of good and right

we know the answers by the villain’s defeat

and yet so rounded the hero’s verse

we gravitate to the pure, the beautiful,

unknown background, the mild retreat,

carried away on a white horse, for sure

the ladies, the lords, the kings and queens

fighting for the right to lead, fealty,

what we discern is the blessing of youth

that good wins out over evil and woe

so carry the basket to Grandma’s house,

jump high at the grapes hanging on the vine,

rescue the damsel who cries from the tower

and eat not the apple from the woman

whose speech is so smooth she could be a snake