She’s tall and lanky,
known to be cranky,
but she has a heart
that is made of gold.
Her head now spins,
as her long hair thins.
She still brushes it,
so I have been told.
Trapped in her tower
she hasn’t the power
to fend off the evils
of RF and mold.
“Rapunzel! Rapunzel!
“Don’t let down your hair!
I can’t climb up there!
I’ve become too weak,
tho’ I still feel bold.”
My princess, my friend,
all the way to the end,
laughing our asses off
over us growing old!