“Ouch!” she shouted,

That little princess.

A needle had pricked her finger.

Oh! Look at her distress.

She looked at the red blood,

Ooze out and stain her skin,

First, with a sad expression,

Which later, turned into a grin.

She giggled,

“This thing is touching me!”

And put her finger where,

Her lady-in-waiting could see.

“How did this happen?”

She said, “Oh my!”

“Now give me that,

And please, don’t cry!”

“Let me bandage it,

With a little cotton wool.

Who let you play with that needle?

Is your little maid a fool??”

“Why should I ask her?”

The princess smiled,

Her lips as red as her blood.

“She is herself a child!”

“And can you please tell me what this thing is?

It’s very new to me.

Lived sixteen years.

But never before did I see.”

The lady-in-waiting,

Nearly fainted with fear.

The princess was right,

Her sixteenth birthday was here!

She looked at the princess,

Still as playful, was her face.

But this had to happen.

And the kingdom had been worried for many days!

It was foretold by a witch,

When the princess was a mere baby,

That with a needle prick, she would die,

Before she became a lady.

The princess felt her eyelids droop,

And her legs suddenly got numb.

She didn’t know what was happening,

Had her time already come???

She tried to open her mouth,

But, thud, she fell,

And the lady-in-waiting ran,

The whole kingdom, to tell.

“The princess is now asleep,

For a hundred years or more,

But, because of my magic spell,

She’ll wake up one day, I’m sure!”

With that she feel to the ground,

And so did everyone else,

Into such a deep sleep,

For how long, no one can surely tell.

And they all kept sleeping,

Until one day,

A prince came across the palace,

While to find a princess, he was on his way.

He wondered who might live there,

For of this kingdom none had heard,

This was a new generation,

And this palace, with wild plants, was covered.

The guards were asleep,

So he walked inside,

No one would wake up,

No matter how much he tried!

After crossing people and their snores,

He finally reached the sleeping beauty,

Seeing her eyes and her pretty nose,

To wake her up, he felt was his duty.

Her hand was clutched,

Around her finger tight.

“Why is she asleep?” He wondered.

“It is not night!”

He pushed her, he pulled her,

But, nothing to work, did seem.

He looked into her face and thought,

“How long sleeping, has she been??”

When suddenly, he felt the urge,

This chance he could not miss.

He brought his lips close to hers,

And locked them in a kiss.

At once, she woke up,

On this very special day.

It would be her wedding,

And hundred and sixteenth birthday!!