The fairy tower

You might have to break the glass
but the window of opportunity
is there.
The wishing well had a silver bell.
I obeyed instructions carefully laid out,
wished my wish and watched my life being played out
on a forty inch, high definition, state of the art
shopping cart,
not what I wished at all,
I rang the bell
nothing happened.
I guess wishing wells are just a scam
to separate
hard earned money
from a man
it worked on me and
I lost
wish I hadn’t wished at all.
time for coffee.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.