an Urban Fairy Tale
this is a story of a punk and a princess
and all the love they couldn't confess
to themselves or the world around them
because their situation was hopeless
This princess was your ivory tower type
with a graceful movement and a voice of light
she was passionate and full of love,
with a faith quite deep in God above
and had lived the life of 40 years within 20
while married to a prince from a far off barony
Well their marraige failed, as regal things often do,
and she moved back to her King and Queen
to gather a fresher point of view
she brought with her the dutch and dutchess
of her shattered kingdom, and began to live
the life of a serf, with all of its crunches
well our hero of the day was a punk quite true
he wore his mohawk tall, proud, and blue
he was your typical urchin from the streets
who could quicken any woman to feel the heat
of physical passion and sexual bliss
he had a tongue and fingers that just didn't miss
this thief of the urban was a master of wordin'
that often left others pissed
well the princess serf worked the turf
to fall in a seat behind the source of our hero's hurt
at first, he thought she hated him, equated him
even sedated the thought of 'them'
but out his mouth the jokes did roll,
and sure enough a friendship did unfold
well as their aquaintence grew,
as did the detail in the picture they drew
there was a subtle flutter in her region down under
and soon there was a passion she found new
the same went for him, but in his own way
he dropped the whore with whom until now he passed his days
the princess sent a formal invite to take her to a magical land
and under the lights by the river did he come to understand
this was the one to change him of his ways
the one to forgive his crimes and make it okay
the only woman to melt the snow
that built the snowmen that acted in his show
of life and carefree activity
he now wanted to write forth a nativity
scene without the obscene that his life usually gleamed
she returned the feelings, and held him well,
and even as their story filled with turmoil, neither fell
from the heights of glee that they constantly flee
to away from the stresses of this world,
she would from today on be forever his girl
and he her Blu, to always give the clue
that he will forever be a statue in her garden of truth
So our story ends, not happy like most
but with our princess and punk clutching at the post
of what could be, the future they see,
and all they've come to believe
so, although this isn't a happily ever after,
they have still yet to shatter, as the two stand tall
neither are willing to take the fall
and let this urban fairy tale end this way
By spyboygreen
© 2006 spyboygreen
(All rights reserved)
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