I was invited to the castle,

But I should have said no.

I arrived to scornful frowns

From the ladies in waiting,

And felt an immediate sense

That I was underdressed.

The Walmart sack I'd packed my things in

Also contained the brand new socks 

I'd bought to wear for the occasion.

I still have the receipt.

I may return them and get my money back,

Buy myself a hotdog and some fries,

Recluse again to the attic in my bungalow,

And keep writing poems,

Long as the money holds out.

-jenn