Tuesday, 4 November 2014



XXLove letters   

 

 

 

When the world didn't have thorns,

 

Despite a cursed start life became mellow,

The late actor's mistress had a twelve-year-old son,

He wore the top hat on few occasions,

When he clowned in front of his buddies,

Later it belonged to a magician,

With the circus it traveled a lot,

 

It was allergic only to bunnies,

Though it went along with felines,

The top hat was soon retired,

Being a toy for the conjurer’s daughter,

It served as home for Puppy,

The doggie name of a Siamese cat,

 

The top hat belonged to many people,

Before it settled down in a basement antique shop situated in Rue Houdon,

It was filled to the brim with stories,

It had seen a lot of people,

'Why not to believe its stories' naive Francoise thought,

 

It never lost its self,

Sometimes its angry and wounded ego was so unbearably bright,

It was filled to the brim with sights,

The topper was always cherished and dear,

It was taken good care of,

It was never truly loved,

 

The topper was a rare snob,

It regarded all people as imperfect creatures,

There was no place for fairy tales,

‘Among loathsome gods and witches,

They lived happily ever after,

It is the biggest nonsense',

It muttered to itself,

 

It wasn't about the prince, who loved the princess,

His love for her was so strong,

That he slaughtered many huge dragons,

He solved many unsolvable riddles,

He undid many spells,

They shared a feather kiss because somewhere love conquered all,

 

Francoise didn't have a reputation for being pretty,

For being a coquette,

She dreamt of being loved for herself alone,

She didn't spent more money on powder and lipsticks than on food,

She valued every centime,

 

She couldn't create extravagant hats,

She didn't have a flair for fashion,

She wasn't a girl like Manon Lescaut,

If only she had found the kingdom of one noble king,

She'd have become noble,
 
Being noble was her biggest passion,

 

Naive Francoise decided to go,

The banks of the Seine were waiting for her,

'Follow a moonlight crow,

Repeat after me,

A knight was silver,

A mermaid was golden,

A sea turtle was turquoise'.

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