Fairytales, fairytales, so very many.
Over hundreds of years were stories plenty.
Knight on a white horse, or a damsel in distress,
Not once did it start with something feasible,
Like a guy in a diner and a waitress.
Always complicated and complex...
But then why do they give us hope?
Ladies, why do we hope for a strange man to whisk us off our feet?
To protect us from certain doom?
And gentlemen, why do you wish for a woman to cook you something to eat?
Or a fair maiden to take to her room?
The thing about Fairytales that every one forgets,
People made them up for a few shillings,
And they really made a killing...
Since were still buying it.
- Chrissy A.