Rapunzel dangles her silver pony tail out the window
Tentatively into the quiet.
She was a brunette, a blond, a red head
Now she contemplates this prison
And wonders how much magic it would take
To get her life back.
And when is someone going to put that fucking dead rose bush on the compost?
Randal Graves goes green.
And cloudy. Don't know about his chance for meatballs.