(a silly poem)
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair! Most beautiful child under the sun, your beauty must be hidden.
Bartered off for mother’s cravings, the wretched selfish hag. And were the chance to come ‘round again the atrocity would be repeated. Incarceration. Desolation. Only the witch for company. While locked away in the tower of self-pity, each day Mother Gothel ascends your locks in hopes of stealing your beauty.
Amidst your woes a handsome prince appears, dazzling your eyes and tickling your senses. Giddy with love you succumb to his wishes and embrace this carnal pleasure. Stupid girl, you’ve lost yourself to the desires of a spoiled prince. You’ve bound yourself by your own golden tresses to misery everlasting. Bastard twins, hungry and dirty, always begging for your affection. Innocence is all but lost, and somehow naivety remains; Patiently waiting day after day for pretty boy to return to your rescue.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Open up those blue eyes. Happy endings are a thing of the past. Your handsome prince has run home to the castle safe, And to the child of a witch he shall never return.