The Cyclops gets it in the eye,
Goliath by God’s will,
And now we think the little guy
Will always get the kill.
The nerdy girl will bag the hunk,
The local band get big,
The kids find gold in dad’s old trunk
While grandma does a jig,
Jack—acned, stooped, and awkward—
Trick the ancient giant,
Skinny Arthur extract the sword,
Intern land the client,
The farmer’s boy, newly knighted,
Become the chosen one,
Ages of unfairness righted
By a less-than-favored son,
As if, for sake of a story,
Awful odds are annulled,
Fictions fielding hopes of glory
Where none should be fulfilled.