by Regina Puckett
I once believed in happy-ever-after fairytales
In amazing, flying cows and cheerful, singing whales
But a prince isn’t riding in to save the day
Or a pot of gold at the end of the road no matter what they say
The fairies are hiding and the unicorns have been misplaced
The princes, princess and the knights have all been disgraced
I’m patiently waiting for the next valiant gentleman to notice my plight
But all hope is wavering because there’s not a single horseman in sight