why do sperm cells look like wriggly tad poles under the microscope?
and why did the witch turn the poor prince in to a disgusting frog?
do fairy land tad poles grow up to become the frog that will turn in to my prince after the magical kiss?
i'm not looking for a prince for i am not a damsel in distress. it's just stress and a bad headache. i can handle myself.
no prince needs to sweep me off my feet and i will slay my own dragons. for i know my inner evils best.
glass slippers don't fit me and they are out of style. horses i may not know how to gallantly ride
but foxes i know how to tame.
i will run away even before the great clock strikes twelve. it's not that i'm afraid i will turn in to a vegetable or a fruit. i just have to go because you are boring me.
i'd rather sleep another hundred years than to wait for the magical kiss that will wake me up from this fantasy.
i don't need another slimy kiss that will eventually turn my so-called prince from charming in to another
frog.
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