Snow White (Too bad I didn't write the book)
Watching Snow White left me blue
When she took a bite of the apple, I yelled at the screen not to chew
When you opened the door did you not sense any danger?
The witch pulled you by the croset I watched you get thinner. Is that when you finally realized she was a sinner
Leave it up to me; Snow White would be a winner
The door handle would of never shook, then you wouldn't have to worry about Snow's body being crook
Too bad I didn't write the book
This poem is about:
Me