3 O’clock on a Monday Afternoon

High up in an ugly tower,
A damsel sits in an enchanted bower.
Held captive by a magic screen
That glows an eerie shade of green.

Will no knight come?
Will no prince fight?
And bring the dark-haired damsel to clear daylight?

There is a tree that he could climb,
It’s right outside the window.
There is a glass that he could break,
And come flying into.

Or, if he signs in at the hall below
He can tell the guard “see you later!”
For it’s only in this modern age
A rescue can be organized via elevator.