Two adventure stories in conceit.
Alas I could not read each.
One was said to hold happy deceit.
The other holds pain, sorrow, and defeat.
Both are fairytale, out of reach.
Then I took another look, to judge.
One hardback book with a tragic end-
The other book ends with a villain’s trudge.
Both with maidens that will not budge-
So to which novel do I bend?
And “I chose both” I’d like to say.
But there is time for only one.
I’d have kept one for a changed day-
But my book decisions always sway and-
I fear, perhaps I’d never be done.
So with one choice and one, quite, alone-
My hand hovers over both book.
I really must confess and oh how shall I atone,
I chose the book with tragedy clearly shown.
That’s best for my bitter tastes and so that’s the book I took.