The Magazine Princess

There’s a princess.
She doesn’t care about riches or suitors;
she prefers days in bed and
reading old magazines.

She doesn’t care about riches or suitors
and no one can understand why.
Reading old magazines,
she spends her time in her room, alone.

And no one can understand why
so they call a town meeting to talk about how
she spends her time in her room, alone.
“Something must be wrong with her,” they say.

So they call a town meeting to talk about how
she is different than they are, and it scares them.
“Something must be wrong with her,” they say.
And they come to a conclusion.

She is different than they are, and it scares them.
They throw around ideas
and they come to a conclusion.
They will invade her room and burn her old magazines.

They throw around ideas,
and pitchforks, and lighters.
They will invade her room and burn her old magazines.
That will show her.

And pitchforks and lighters
burst through the front doors.
That will show her.
They growl and shout and cheer.

Burst through the front doors,
with a mission to make her normal.
They growl and shout and cheer.
Her bedroom door stands open.

With a mission to make her normal,
one says, “Miss, we have come to burn your old magazines.”
Her bedroom door stands open
and she replies, “I have done nothing to you.”

One says, “Miss, we have come to burn your old magazines.”
They strike their matches.
And she replies, “I have done nothing to you.”
They push past her and see the piles of magazines all around the room.

They strike their matches
but they cannot let the fire catch.
They push past her and see the piles of magazines all around the room
and take a closer look at them.

But they cannot let the fire catch
so they put out their matches, pick up some magazines,
and take a closer look at them.
And they find they rather like old magazines and days in bed.