I imagine one day a prince would come
Just as all the fairy tales say.
But wait as I might, he has yet to appear
I worry he may have lost his way.
My parents tell me to remain patient.
My friends tell me I don’t need a man.
So why am I drawn to this idea
Of having Prince Charming ask for my hand?
Then one day I see him standing there.
He’s tall and handsome as I thought he’d be.
He’s funny, kind, and a bit mischievous.
The only problem; he’s one my tv screen.