The Song Of Liverwurst And Fairy Tales

Sing, you said, of the happy path life will take

Of carefree, languid days and party-filled nights,

Of endless summers at our house by the lake,

Of Paris and Milan to take in the sights.

So (my arm around your waist) I tell you this:

Cinderella and Snow White both lived a lie.

There’s no fairy godmother or prince’s kiss,

No carriage ride to some castle in the sky.

I will sing of liverwurst and fairy tales

Of hopelessly clogged sinks and vomiting cats,

Of threadbare lime green carpet and hidden nails,

Of overdue bills and heated, pointless spats

And how a smile from you will make any care

Vanish like the dew into morning’s warm air.

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6 thoughts on “The Song Of Liverwurst And Fairy Tales

  1. although your sonnet maintains how real life is never a Fairy Tale ~ how true! but realistically more about unpaid bills and ‘vomiting cats’ ~ but you manage as in every Fairy Tale to introduce the potential of a real ‘happy ending’ where the true possibility of this ‘Fairy Tale’ lies ~ the last two lines are so soft and gentle ~
    ‘And how a smile from you will make any care

    Vanish like the dew into morning’s warm air.’

    encompassing such beauty ~ whoever ‘holds this key’ is very special ~ to dispel so much ~ care
    A Keen observation of life in the raw
    Brilliant
    Read and conmented by Libby ~Nov/2010

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