My name is Melissa, a mousetess and a lady mouse to one and all.
You see, poetry is my metier, I hear its clarion call.
Now if you think that verse, for one so small as I is quite absurd,
I will kindly ask you to deposit, your apologies in squeaky curd.
In Faerie Tales of old, we often hear of damsels in distress.
But I often find those fables fractured, and their morality a mess.
For who among us thinks, that ladies are so pliant and so meek,
That girls need constant saving, because they are so weak?
The little girl whose cloak and hood, were red for all to see,
Went scampering to visit grandma, in a forest filled with trees.
There was a smelly old wolf that spied the girl, and thought she might be tasty.
But this girl out foxed him–and his salivating proved over hasty.
A starving stepmother urged Hansel and Gretel’s father to abandon them in the woods.
The bread crumbs they left to find their way home, was eaten by birds as good foods.
A wicked witch had a tasty house that lured the siblings to her for eating.
But Gretel pushed the witch into the oven, saving her brother from that fateful meeting.
Snow White had a stepmother, whose vanity was most queenly.
She was jealous of Snow’s youth and beauty, as she told her mirror preenly.
So, Queenies’ twisted heart made her into an old woman, offering Snow a poisoned pomme.
But the Dwarfs Snow befriended saved her, for true love’s kiss from her charming prince, un homme.
An unfortunate continuation, of the evil stepmother archetype,
Saw Cinderella waiting on her hand and hoof, if you believe all of the hype.
But Cindy was strategic, and made a blind date with her future husband and prince.
He wooed her with a glass slipper, but she has worn sensible shoes ever since.
And don’t forget a beautiful Princess Rose who slept an age, but aged not beyond her fifteen years.
Her kingdom was cursed by a wicked wise woman once slighted into tears.
The beauteous Princess Rose slept 100 years, as did all within the castle, servant, flea, dog, and horse.
Many princes tried and died to save this rose, but it is said that one prince succeeded, in due course.
Another girl was given away by her parents to appease a greedy old sorceress,
For the husband stealing her rapunzel salad because his wife craved watercress.
Locked away in a tower as she grew, the girl Rapunzel had hair that was long and shiny gold,
But she wove an escape ladder from silks given to her by a prince, and they lived happily ever after we are told.
These tales seem so cheesily focused on princes, or young children on the menu.
And princesses beset with all manner of ill fates occurring in their milieu.
However, from my micely grounded view, these heroines are fantastic!
They are not to be confused, with women of silicone and plastic.
These princesses and girls survive and thrive, through difficult circumstances to be sure,
But in my mice mind, these gals are a perfection of cheeses to so endure.
Perhaps for girls, princesses, ladies, women, witches, stepmothers, and queens,
The moral of these tales should be, watch out for writers whose ends justify the means.
1) Image representing the virtual Melissa the Mouse–a character that Grati created–was found at http://images.macworld.com/appguide/images/312/621/772/ss2.jpg ; I compistied the lavender dress onto the mouse image, the dress was found at http://www.meetgypsy.com/Oscars_04_G400.jpg
2) The squeaky cheese curd reference was found at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheese_curds
3) Many thanks to “The Grimm Brothers’ Children and Household Tales (Grimms’ Fairy Tales)” site coordinated by D.L. Ashliman for helping jog my memory on some of the fairy tales’ plot points. Here is that web site http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/grimmtales.html
4) Fairy tale slides I created contain image graphics from MSOffice Clip Art found at http://office.microsoft.com/en-us/images/ , unless otherwise noted.
5) Nota Bene: Melissa the Mouse is a fictional, virtual character created by her human Gratiana Lovelace. Melissa the Mouse plans to virtually visit and fictionally write about her experiences in mice life. So, please suspend your disbelief and join her for the ride. All references to real persons living, dead, or undead (since vampires are so popular these days, Eek!) whom she may or may not have met–and actual places she may or may not have visited–are pure whimsy and meant in good fun.