Today is Friday and time for a fractured fairy tale poem. i can relate to the story of the princess and the Pea. There are those of us who can’t stand that bothersome little thread within our sock that creates constant annoyance. Maybe you have a tag in your shirt that tickles the hairs on your neck. Whatever the disturbance, the story of this delicate princess must prove herself to be actual royalty by being unable to sleep with a pea placed under her mattress. I don’t know who came up with these silly fairy tales, but I imagine it was a parent that needed some sleep. I’ve changed the story into a poem. Enjoy1

She knocked upon the massive door and waited for assistance,
A servant came and bade her in, admiring her persistence,
The prince was there to greet her, but never would he guess,
This poor drowned rat would marry him, she really was a mess.

Believing she might be a prize, the wife he longed to wed,
He set his servants to her aid and set her off to bed,
The queen, his mother, told her son, she had a simple test,
Which soon would help discover if she was a true princess.

A single pea would lie upon the bed made for her slumber,
The servants added featherbeds and pillows without number,
More mattresses were added too and even patchwork quilts,
The bed grew so much higher that to reach the top took stilts.

For days on end she stayed the course, her strength was running low,
She longed for just a single wink, a little nap would do,
When suddenly there came a shock which crushed the pesty pea,
Whatever made that pea explode would finally set her free.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. hatrack4 says:

    I often have called my wife “my princess”. It is not a term of endearment, but one of sarcasm. The first time I called her that was when she awoke and could not find the TV remote, wanting to watch the morning news, but of course, she could not find it because she slept on it.

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  2. tamweary says:

    Love it Kathy💕You brightened my day😄

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  3. oneta hayes says:

    Novel idea to convert story to poem which, of course, you did masterfully.

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    • says:

      Thanks. I was actually inspired to write this when I was recovering from surgery to remove a kidney stone. I have the ability to create one of them every couple years.


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