Sunday 15 January 2012

Pretty Mary is a Princess Sweet



Pretty Mary is a princess sweet
In her fluffy dress and her little feet,
Bouncing around in dances and twirls,
Flying around, her blonde perfect curls.

Pretty Mary is a princess sweet,
That loved to get all the candy she could eat
Her mommy made her all sorts of that,
But said ‘’Careful baby or you’ll get fat.’’

Pretty Mary is a princess as sweet
As honey in a glass jar kept safe and neat
With her little sisters playing a new role-play
In a pink castle for which daddy did pay.

Pretty Mary is a princess sweet
That’s why daddy built her this retreat
And she looked out the window to the front yard
Expecting a prince to appear when life gets hard.

And because pretty Mary is a princess sweet,
She kept her eyes focused on the street
All she did for days was to wait in her glittery pink
Keeping her songs and the birds’ in perfect sync.

Pretty Mary such a princess sweet
Who sheltered behind plastic walls from the heat,
But weary in time they turned to an ugly brown,
And like London Bridge they’re falling down.

Pretty Mary Rushed to her daddy’s seat
Where he always sat with books elite
Next to all the shelves and the old fireplace
She found the fire had eaten her daddy’s face.

Pretty Mary ran out on the concrete
On cold and wet paths with her bare little feet
Help, is there a prince out there
That could save a damsel young and fair.

Pretty Mary with her hands petite
Clinched to the coats of strangers on the street
Even though they pushed her, she bounced back
And men’s muddy coats turned her hands black.

Pretty Mary the princess sweet,
Did not understand how to take defeat,
For being kept in an blunt Ivory tower,
Can drain away all a girl’s power.

Pretty Princess Mary slept on the street
And sang her song for a million souls to repeat
From pink to black her dress had changed
From self to soul her heart was chained.

Pretty Mary no more answers to sweet
Or princess, those terms are obsolete,
Pretty Mary fell, neck down, on a stick,
Just to realize she’s not made of plastic.

2 comments:

  1. WTF! T_T
    That's just tearjerker crap!!! T_T

    Me: :) => :D => :) => :| then O_O => T_T => TT~TT

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  2. ok i know it's too... mmm... dark, its not my best job, but i have no problem with dark poetry... this is sarcastic :D

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