He wonders if there will be any magic twist
to this. "What are we supposed to see
when we think about your words?" he hissed.
A princess, a dragon, a queen, a frog,
a wicked witch, a fairy godmother, a feminist!
Now, this really doesn't make any sense!
"Why all this politics in a poem?" He banged his fist
on the table and began to sing in a minor key:
"Don't Worry. Be Happy." Don't be pissed.
Just what I needed this morning. On the way to not worry.
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