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Roasty Toasty Princess
by Francine DuBois

"See, by this sentence with what pains I am bowed!"
- Prometheus in
Prometheus Bound, Aeschylus

In the old days, they'd burn witches
But now there's so many they don't even try.
Since there's fewer princesses, they concentrate
On taking them out in nasty car accidents.
Their favorite word is fireball, and they use it
With wanton disregard for human life,
Flinging it at the nearest attractive princess
(Preferably blond) as she smashes into the walls
Of a tunnel or valley. Diana, the huntress,
Wrapped around a column like a bas relief.
Grace, only one though there should have been three,
Danced down the cliff. And they would have you believe
The promise of Prometheus killed them all.

 

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