Once Upon A Time

I never much wanted a castle
A glass slipper or a rose.
I played with spindles and needles
And thought 'happy' appripo.

I never much wanted a knight
Riding off on his white horse.
I was content to think and learn and grow
And let nature take its course.

Now isn't it just fitting
That a self-proclaimed realist would be
Caught up at 16 in faerie tales
And love without a fee?

Evil always seemed to go
But faerie tales, the lie.
The Bad Guy isn't always bad
and the Heroine can cry.