Once Upon A Time

In a fit of passion, she faints onto the bed,
Dreaming thoughts of her prince, the dark handsome Fred,
With a sigh and a giggle, she wriggles her toes,
Her hair lush and flowing just reaches her nose,
The night so mysterious and the moon so bright,
Alive with the yowling of chavs in a fight,
She lies across the bed, a magic ring on her lip,
Melodious Nu metal thumps, and her boudoir is a tip
A shimmering light fills the room, a vibration hums,
A text from her sister, who lives in the slums,
Rising from her slumber, she trips over a stack of cans,
Startled by approaching sirens of police vans
She clasps the mirror which is enchanted to speak,
Gazing into it she’s blessed with screeches of ‘FREAK!’
Graciously she smashes it, opens a bottle of dye,
Her hair will be blue in the blink of an eye.
Her heart beats faster; the time is drawing near,
Dark handsome Fred soon will be here
She tries to settle her nerves, slow her heaving chest,
But she’s lost the brassiere that pushes up her breasts.
In dilemma she’s nearly caught, like a rabbit in the headlights,
He arrives as she slips into her skirt and fishnet tights
The gallop of his moped, approaches her parents’ council flat,
There’s a romantic hissing noise as he narrowly misses the cat.