When you
Were
Eight
Your parents
Took you
To see
Some
Princess
Cartoon
Movie
Or other
On the
Big screen,
Not DVD.
Afterwards,
With
Mom and
Dad
Holding
Your hands
Between
Them
In the
Twilight
On the way
Back to
The car
You said,
"You mean
All the
Princess
Did was
Dance
With
Some
Prince-guy
She just
Met,
And then
Married
Him
Right
Away?"
Your parents
Stopped
In the middle
Of the
Parking
Lot,
And looked
At Each
Other
Over
Your
Head,
Coonskin
Cap,
And
All.
You
Continued,
"But that's
Stupid!"
Dad
Laughed.
Mom
Pretended
Not to –
The laugh
Coming
Out of her
Nose.
"What does
She know
About
This
Prince
Guy?
What's his
Last
Name?
What if
He
SNORES?
What if
He has
Smelly feet?
What if he
Has
Bad
Breath
And
Won't
Brush
His teeth?"
Enraged
By
Princess
Poopy-head's
Blatant
Lack of
Common
Sense,
You
Stomped
Your foot,
"I mean,
What if
He's
A big
JERK?"
After
Dad
Loaded
You into
The car,
You leaned
As far
Forward as
Your
Booster
Seat
Would
Let you,
All but
Screaming
In their
Ears,
"Falling
In love
With some
Boy
You just
Met
Is…
Is…
Is…
STUPID!"
Ohhhh,
If your
Younger
Self
Could
See you
Now,
As you
Watch
The
Remnants
Of your
First
Love,
Retreat
Into the
Shadows,
Your
Mother's
Blood
Upon
His
Hands.