by Professor Q
A game my friend Nikki and I played when we were little girls...
|A trash can lid becomes a shield, eblazoned with a lion ready to attack
That stick on the ground is now a longsword, to vanquish the foe
A tree becomes our windmill, monsters to fight against
And you, you become the damsel, waiting to be saved.
I'm not a valiant knight, approaching on my steed
Ready to defeat the dragon and free you from the tower.
I'm no prince charming, ready to sweep you off your feet
Nor do I have a castle reaching high toward the sky.
But I do have a mommy who will give us cookies and milk
I do have a father who'd tell us stories of his life
To tell us about Bermuda and Arizona and Colorado and everywhere else he's lived
My kitty becomes the lion
A piece of string, the whip
My doggy is the horsie
Willing to take us on our trip
Across the wide expanses of my living room
Our own little fantasy world, a place to play and live
The fantasy is in our minds
*My friend Nicole and I, when we were little, used to pretend that we were in a fairy tale and since I am a tomboy, she'd be the Damsel and I'd be the valiant knight. Usually, though, I'd end up giving up and running off to watch tv, but that doesn't matter...*