By Lucy Fox, TIWP Student
And the pumpkin shrank,
as a pumpkin is not a carriage,
just as I am not you,
and you are not me.
And why did the pumpkin shrink?
Because as the bells chimed midnight,
she could not face him,
with a pumpkin,
and two lizards,
four mice,
a goose,
and a torn pink dress,
She could not face her prince.
No,
she could not.
She must wait,
like a proper little girl.
But excuse me,
she wasn’t all that little,
she was a woman,
afraid to look that stranger who was her prince
met only two days ago,
as herself.
She though,
was not enough
to please him,
with a pumpkin,
and two lizards,
four mice,
a goose,
and a torn pink dress.
