Children's story

I read myself into your fairy tale
and head wrote extra chapters,
embellished the new characters
with parental ticks and DNA swabs.
We made our wax dolls but the pins
produced predictable responses.

To keep a princes's tired hand
any King would demand a quest.
I forged my own folded sword,
rode elephants into distant battles.
Brought back my own severed head,
and a quiet that looks for noise.

When happily never ever, fails
the poison needs to be sucked and spit,
the apple needs un-eating.
My castle was just a gatehouse to you,
happy to be the keeper, and so the bluebird
sings and sits on a white picket fence,
content with what he brings to the garden.