Punzi Bobs Her Hair
The handsome prince stands at the foot of the tower and recites his well-worn lines.
“Rapunzel, let down your golden hair!”
A lilting voice answers, “I cut off that tangled mess long ago. I’m a flapper now! Come join the party!”
“But how …”
“I installed a lift, silly.”
“But the evil sorceress …”
“Is over in the corner, playing a mean bari sax. Hurry up! I need a fresh dance partner.”
“This is loads more fun than those old tales I usually star in.” The prince grins, taps his feet, jumps into the sleek Art Deco elevator.
“I’m coming, Punzi!”