Saturday, February 7, 2009

I just wrote a four page paper about this poem.

I am thinking of a fairy tale,
Cinder Elephant,
Sleeping Tubby,
Snow Weight,
where the princess is notanorexic,
flinging herself down the stairs.

I am thinking of a fairy tale,
Hansel and Great,
Bounty and the Beast,
where the beauty has a pillowed breast,
and fingers plump as sausage.

I am thinking of a fairy tale,
that is not yet written,
for a teller not yet born,
for a listener not yet conceived,
for a world not yet won,
where everything round is good:
the sun, wheels, cookies, and the princess

1 comment:

TIFFANI said...

i want to read your paper. this poem is so great.