Mindless of the pressing chores
The waiting floors, the empty stores
She strolled along a dream-cast road
And watched a leather-sided toad.
With a tug at her dirty work-stained frock
She sat beside him on a river rock.
He looked at her, showed his pulsing throat.
She had to admit, he was a beaut,
Like a fantasy prince, she was convinced,
Fallen under a wicked spell, a fairy tale she knew too well.
He reached out for that magical kiss.
A moment, a flash, when all was bliss.
Long moments before she could respond
And that kiss became a magician’s wand.
No prince beside her but an emperor of hearts
And she was his empress, sworn never to part.