A game my friend Nikki and I played when we were little girls... |
A trash can lid becomes a shield, eblazoned with a lion ready to attack That stick on the ground is now a longsword, to vanquish the foe A tree becomes our windmill, monsters to fight against And you, you become the damsel, waiting to be saved. I'm not a valiant knight, approaching on my steed Ready to defeat the dragon and free you from the tower. I'm no prince charming, ready to sweep you off your feet Nor do I have a castle reaching high toward the sky. But I do have a mommy who will give us cookies and milk I do have a father who'd tell us stories of his life To tell us about Bermuda and Arizona and Colorado and everywhere else he's lived My kitty becomes the lion A piece of string, the whip My doggy is the horsie Willing to take us on our trip Across the wide expanses of my living room Our own little fantasy world, a place to play and live The fantasy is in our minds *My friend Nicole and I, when we were little, used to pretend that we were in a fairy tale and since I am a tomboy, she'd be the Damsel and I'd be the valiant knight. Usually, though, I'd end up giving up and running off to watch tv, but that doesn't matter...* |