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Down at the Bouquet

by Max Bouillet

Once the petals were plucked
and all that remained
was an unadorned stem,
he started hangin’ out
down at the bouquet
flirting with the new cuttings
and comin’ home smelling like
fresh roses and jasmine.

But this didn’t last for long,
for in the end,
Cinderella decided to grind up
her glass slippers
and feed them to
Prince Charming for supper.

and now she lives
happily ever after.

10/09/2003

Posted on 10/09/2003
Copyright © 2020 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Graeme Fielden on 10/09/03 at 08:11 PM

this is a fantastically fractured fairy tale Max ... hehe! ... great image!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/09/03 at 09:48 PM

Hahaha! What a wonderfully warped sense of humor!

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/10/03 at 07:41 AM

this is absolutely freaking hilarious. well done, max, once again!

Posted by Kate Demeree on 10/10/03 at 02:26 PM

lolololol.... and i thought my fairy tales were wacked! SUPERB!!!!!!!

Posted by Ginette T Belle on 10/10/03 at 06:52 PM

love it...i thoroughly enjoyed reading this...

Posted by Vimal Rony on 10/12/03 at 07:16 PM

I read the first stanza and said "hey wait" and read again..yes between the lines.hehe tongue in cheek and witty.U gave me a good laugh and this is really smart.

Posted by Don Coffman on 10/12/03 at 09:17 PM

This is definitely a good one. A rather simple story on the surface but reminding of human nature and entropy; all those fairytale stories are doomed to hit some kind of snag along the way.

Posted by JD Clay on 10/14/03 at 02:11 AM

If she's anything like my Cinderella, she'll be livin' in his castle and ridin' in his coach. This makes me wonder about those stomach aches I've been havin'. Good stuff, Max. Peace...

Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/14/03 at 03:12 AM

From plucked to plush... what a gritty story you tell her. Enjoyed this one, Max.

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