Once she was a princess
In polycotton gown
Her kingdom stretched to everywhere
Her royal throne: a kitchen chair,
And perched atop her curly hair
Was a dandelion crown.
She could paint a rainbow
In colours yet unseen-
Like ice cold yellow, fluffy blue,
Salted pink, sweet cherry too,
A coffee scented purple hue
And sparkling russet green.
Then barefoot on the daisy lawn
In her head a symphony-
Vast crescendos, minor keys,
Complex 12-part harmonies...
The princess learned to dance.
Then stories tumbled from her lips-
The world of which she told
Held crystal mountains, lakes of steel,
Flying bikes with square shaped wheels
Castles made of cotton reels
Beneath a sky of gold.
But then there came the fateful day
The princess started school.
The teacher stood before the class
"I have some tests that you must pass
So, no more dancing on the grass
Dancing is for fools."
She learned to sit completely still
And switch her feelings off until
Eventually, against her will
She started to conform.
She memorized her ABC
And learned to count to 93
And pretty soon she learned to be
No different from the norm.
One day she noticed, quite by chance
That, due to changing circumstance
She'd quite forgotten how to dance.
No more would she perform.
She could no more see fluffy blue
Or salted pink, or any hue
That differed from the navy blue
Of her school uniform.
She was no more a princess
But just another girl
Who didn't stand out, didn't shine
Didn't show the slightest sign
Of being any more than "fine"
Within her slate grey world.
And at the age of almost five
A certain spark within her died
Existing- but not quite alive-
She stepped into our world...
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