Reality Tale

(a somewhat sassy sonnet)

 

Come on now, do you actually believe

some knight is going to show up at your door

in shining armor, on a snow white steed

and “rescue” you? Puh-LEEZE, girl, say no more.

 

It’s twenty twenty two, my lady fair;

“Await the hero” is a bloody joke.

Let’s catch you up to modern times – I swear

you’re better off without the stupid bloke.

 

You badass mama, you – don’t write yourself

into some story where you don’t belong.

That fiction has no place upon your shelf –  

you see, you were the hero all along.

 

So don’t you sit and pine for Mister Right –

‘cause after all: There ain’t no fucking knight.