What if Little Red Riding Hood wasn’t so little,

And Humpty Dumpty wasn’t as simple?

They did put him back together again.

The sword, far mightier than the pen.

All we knew to be true was questionable,

Prince Charming, far from so honourable.

Seven years’ bad luck, self-inflicted,

Our limitations never even existed.

Trauma was akin to a tickle,

And friendships seldom fickle.

What if she saved herself all along?

Storybooks got it horribly wrong.

A life with a bit of room for laughter.

Is only plausible happily ever after.