A Poem

I must confess

There's something I must confess
This past Wednesday,
I read three stories

A griot I am not
But the kids didn't cry
And that was good enough for me

My lackluster storytelling
Is not my confession (If only)
It's more serious

I played to the crowd
little girls in pink

The urge to give them what they want
to strong to ignore
I blame the pink,
think it's hypnotic (you can't look away, princesses are great)
little girls will soon take over the
World

At least, that will be my excuse
If word gets out that
I
A woman
supposedly not fond of
Princess pink tales
Willingly read one
And
Really really liked it.

H E double hockey sticks,
The truth is, I loved (with a capital L)
The Very Fairy Princess

Like the author, Julie Andrews
Its very gush worthy,
But please
shhhh
I have a anti pink rep to protect