Princess in White Lace
You see, once there was a beautiful princess.
In a land very, very far away, and a long time ago.
Actually, she was in Chicago,
And she had shimmery golden hair, and skin as pale as milk,
And she was young and pure and innocent.
Asian female, age 20
The princess wore a long white dress.
Young, perhaps, but not that innocent.
A crown of pink rosebuds and goldenflowers.
Black jeans and a white lace tank.
She went to a neighborhood ball, but grew weary of the crowd,
Some might say she was looking for trouble.
And accepted a ride home with a handsome prince.
The frat party was dull and she craved excitement,
Suddenly he stopped the carriage in a forest glade,
So she didn't turn down the cute guy on the bike.
And transformed into a hideous molesting beast!
They ended up in some bushes, and she went along at first,
Luckily a passing prince rescued her, slaying the beast
But as he tore the white lace, she protested, in vain.
And protecting her treasured maidenhead...
Saved? Yeah, right. He left her in the bushes
They married amid great rejoicing in his castle by the sea,
Until a stranger found her, and took her to the hospital.
And lived happily ever after.
Prognosis: Recovery doubtful.
A fairy tale?
What's wrong? You want a happy ending?
What do you think this is?