My name is Aurora, and you probably know my classic tale,

But what if I was to tell you that in the end it failed?

 

It started when a fifteen-year-old I

Touched a spindle and nearly died

 

The entire kingdom became thorn-infested

No one should have entered, as they suggested

 

But no one listened, and a prince saved me

And from my sleep was I then freed

 

So when I awoke from a hundred years' rest

I puckered my lips and hoped for the best

 

And when I opened up my eyes it was him I could see

But all I had wished was that it was a girl saving me

 

Prince Phillip, he's handsome, yes that I know

But my family insisted I marry this brave fellow,

 

To their request I did comply,

But on the inside I wanted to die

 

And then we were wed--for me to be his mate,

But why in the world did he think I was straight?

 

For my love has never been for a man,

But rather a woman in a far away land

 

So that is why tonight I take my leave

With the dark of night covering over me

 

To the prince, I'm sorry, but did he think it would last?

I'd much rather be with a girl whose shoes are made from glass

 

I thought I could pretend and be his wife,

But all that's done is heighten my strife

 

And now I leave for a girl far away--

With her I shall forever stay

 

Yet, dear reader, never fear

For the story does not end here

 

Prince Phillip remains a kingdom hero,

And has much more time to spend with his "bros"

 

I did find my princess, and together we now live,

And I guess that's the end of my revised narrative

 

So, faithful reader, take to heart my story, and moreover:

If you're not satisfied, then your tale is far from over.