Tell them tales not of Princesses fair,
trapped in castles high or dragon’s lair,
nor of enticing Princes from enchanted lands,
galloping across rivers and brazen sand.
Fiona didn’t have to fear the night,
and Cinderella fought for her right,
the Prince didn’t need a shoe to tell,
that she was his love, in sick or well.
Strap those boots, saddle the horse,
ride through streets, unknown and coarse,
braving many a thunderstorm,
rewrite your story, revolutionize the norm.