Poetry

The Princess and the Pea – Ben Nardolilli

You have your moments of dress up,
When the sun clears the fields
You walk amongst the gardens
In veils and velvet skirts
Waiting for sounds of rusted armor.

And when the clouds come
You put on goggles and bodices
To pretend you are on lookout
For zeppelins drifting by
With evil Prussian designs in the sky.

Today I shed my normal clothes too,
And strolled around downtown
With a tie, suit, and briefcase,
Using your method for my own ends,
To pretend I was a make-believe success.

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