Fictiophilia

First she thought that Prince Charming,
Would come take her away,
She fantasized about him,
Through playgrounds and schooldays.
But his looks were too perfect,
Their love a fallacy,
She sought a man more offbeat,
With personality.

She thought that Holden Caulfield,
Might better suit her mood,
They thought everyone phonies,
They’d sit around and brood.
His sublime cynicism,
She found quite refreshing,
‘Til she sought the need for someone,
Older and less depressing.

Could Rhett Butler save her from,
Her materialistic phase?
She lived a world wind romance,
Out on a written page.
Handsome and rebellious,
But it did not go well,
When he said “I don’t give a damn,”
And she said “Go to hell!”

So time came for someone fun,
They’d hang out and joke, he’d
Treat her like the queen she was,
Good old Don Quixote.
For a while all went well,
Light hearted and farcical,
Til that fatal end brought thoughts,
Deep and philosophical.

So she looked up from her book,
And stared into the mirror,
And saw that an old woman,
Before her did appear.
Spoiled for all men by her,
Literary addiction,
For no one ever told her,
She was just reading fiction.