This is a poem I wrote last night.  Blame it on lack of sleep and too much toddler tv.

~Lies

Princess Persimmon

Princess Persimmon ate a peach and woke in a strange land

A fairy bit her, a monster licked her, and an ugly dwarf lent her a hand.

She wandered the corridors, traversing the maze

(The effects of the peach left her mind in a haze.)

The King of the goblins was stunned by her arrival

The odds were twenty-to-one against her survival

He offered her riches in an attempt to stall

He offered her her dreams in a small crystal ball

She didn't defy him like a heroine should

She gave herself to him (we all knew she would)

But the King didn't love her, it had all been a lie

He put her in the oubliette and left her to die

The point of the story, the moral is this

Persimmons and peaches should never be mixed

And beware of the Goblin King and his tricks.