Sleeping Beauty for years struggled with insomnia and couldn't sleep.
She tried every remedy she could and boy those remedies weren't cheap.
Nothing could help until someone mentioned a little hard work just might do the trick,
They suggested several jobs that she could do, but she chose the one that could prick.
One injury with the spindle and she said she was too hurt to do any work,
So they gave her a sick day, left her alone, and waited for her to return to work.
But every day since her injury, whenever she hears anyone outside her chamber door,
Sleeping Beauty pretends to be fast asleep so they won't ask her to go to work anymore.
(C) 2013 Copyright Elena Plotkin
Hey, that's great. It reminds me of Sara Henderson Hay. You must look up her Syndicated Column, a spoof on Blue Beard. Or her Seques, I assure you, you will be entertained. Then read my - We the Unencumbered - Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
somehow i recently managed to remember, i think, your recommendation to read this and the one about snow white? this is undoubtedly the most honest tale a ph poet has told. it probably would ring a bell or two for human resources employees who deal with disability cases in their companies. i only wish that you could have worked out something else to rhyme with work. thanks for sharing. bri