Once Upon A Poem

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It’s a cold and dark night, The last day of the year to be exact, But to the little girl, walking barefoot down the street, It doesn’t seem to matter.
Once upon a time, in a land far away, There stood a stone tower, as tall as it was gray, And in this tower trapped, no one beauty but two, Sister-twins they were, named Rapunzel and Rue,
She had one job. One simple job. She must've went back for the basket. ... And her Fitbit. Kids these days.   Steps don't count themselves, You know. If you don't get 10,000
Day by day, night by night, The witch would spend alone with fright She couldn’t contain it nor control it But she couldn’t resist the thought:     “Cake…”   “… pie…”
Twelve dancing princesses twirl ‘round the hall Laughing with glee as at last they shed all The burdens of holding a state on their shoulders
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away oh! How the church bells did chime, the day this child was born to his parents dismay.  
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, look at your hair!” The detective screamed in terror and despair Looking at her sight, the gleam in her eyes Showing the fright of the something despised
Hazel hair on a olive-skinned forehead Tall frame and wide shoulders Friendliness spread across his face A book in the crook of his elbow  
When you hear Once Upon A Time, Your brain sparks with wonder. There’s so much after those words to discover. With an evil stepmother, hunter and prey,
Ships passed in the craggy shore She waved and beckoned them close But none would come to her moor Pearled tears were her only lure And the sailors passed her in droves  
Along my once smooth, boyish face, coarse stubble grows. Neverland has come and gone, and now the only time I fly is when the square of paper
Grit in a glass. Confidence in a cup. Call it what you will, as long as you buy another gin and tonic.   I'm consistent in my ways, you're just another tab, that's got to pay.
I stretch out my arms to catch a sprawling nothing. Down I spin, up, around, and over Until I land, feet flat, before a glittering mansion
Cinderella left the ball in a flurry Leaving only a glass slipper behind Prince Charming was searching for her But not to worry  
Oh how I dream to be inanimate To have chains that bind my soul To disappear and become an object that amuses The masses and crowds that adore me   How could one do this you may ask?
The rain flew straight past us As he grabbed onto my hair Slowly Slowly inching his way up the tower The witch taught me things
What's my name? What's my name?   The little mans's chant Pounding and Pounding and Pounding through my head That blasted question that took my everything.   One word If only I had known
Sitting on her throne, the Queen admired the empire she had built for herself.
  There once was a girl named for Cinder,  who, instead of the ball, went to Tinder. She fell for a Hugh, Cause he bought her new shoes, You see, those glass shoes gave her splinters.
Once upon a time a girl stood in the cold streets selling her matches.   She was all alone in the cold winter sidewalk as adults passed by
Apparently, I am a big bad canine, but that stereotype just ain't mine. I didn't mean to scare those pigs, maybe they shouldn't have made a house out of twigs. I had a cold that day, oh my dismay.
Tonight the dogs fought, Sounding all at once Like a thousand people screaming And a flight of hundreds of crows taking off, Their wings smacking the air All at once in a horrendous cacophony of noise:
Once upon a time, but not so long ago, a girl "lost her slipper", but there's  something you dont know.   Cinderella had a problem, so let me set the scene, her awful step family,
Cinderella Cinderella Oh how she was a lucky fella With a rich daddy that married my mom With his death finally came her bomb So yes she may have been hurt But I made sure she went down to the dirt
Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair let down your fears once you stand up for change you should also expect to  run into let downs  and pain  But greatness is near   
Once upon a time, In a forest not far from here, There lived a family of wolves, Pack is the technical term,
Seven hands, seven mouths, Seven people to feed. Cleaning this and cleaning that, A vacation badly in need.   Snow White this and Snow White that,
they had always assumed the truth had been that the dragon loomed by the princess to doom the young men who attempted to save her; to keep her entombed; the dragon behooved to trap her within the walls.
Once upon a time, There was a princess who lived high in a tower. Her hair blonde and long--a cut or trim, she never did have. The prince was determined to save her, with his manly power.
20 mattresses,20 down beds,1 pea,And a princess (me).   A pea is nothing.But when you are sinking into feathersand are pressed to the ceiling-That is when your sleep is uncomfortable feeling.
Feathers weighed down by the grey colors Of melted snow in a New York gutter; Beak stained black with an unknown curse- To die, or live looking like this, which was worse?   Wonky-looking, ostracized,
Kidnapped by the Beast All good; pull out my iPhone Drop my location
You’re a girl in a world where your voice gets cut before people get to listen. Mother and Father tell you to hush, child, Let the adults do the talking.  
They called me a monster, They called me a witch.  They called me a hypocrite,  A bully, a snitch.    They called her beautiful,  A sight to be seen.  More beautiful than any,
Once upon a time Post happily-ever-after Two maidens, one old and one fair, met in a forest A prison all their own   The old one tells of her woes
Once upon a timeAfter the ever afterOur princess showsShe surely knowsShe has never felt dafter Her prince has gone with the wind To run off with another misterShe's out of the castle And carries the hassleOf living with her step-sister She says "
Once upon a time, In a land far, far away, There was a grand palace by the sea. It was old, and slightly crumbly,
“You aren’t listening to me!” Little Red yelled at her mom. “That is not how you are supposed to be! Now make your mother proud and stop trying to leave me.” Big Red yelled back.
He died when he was a boy. (Peter breaks through)   Golden child of all his siblings: (the shadow.) beloved, beautiful, anchored
Once Upon a Time... there was a young boy of great valor and courage, who earned himself rightfully an adoring entourage for his brave actions and great physique;
Cinderella knew her wealth wouldn’t last For when the market crashed At the mercy of the dollar Her blue dress became a blue collar.  
Once upon a time In forest, far away A young, forgotten princess; In tupperware, she lay.   Her prince came riding up
Who has heard of the story of half the female in her fishy glory? Who won back a trident, while remaining silent.   Their story is long, filled with plenty o song.
When the dog came home from war,It growled,Beaten from Persephone herself.She grazed the muzzle,Long fingers of fertility slithering a cig.“Bow,” She whispered, and a golden sigil fell
When the clock struck twelve, The woman ran away Prince Charming went following, Confused by the display But on his way to stop her, The prince went tumbling down He'd tripped on a glass slipper,
alice was the daughter of a senator and a socialite. campaign trails were her cradle, media scandals her bottle. the perfect family, blonde-haired, blue-eyed,
Once upon a time, there was a kiss that changed the world A lovestruck prince kissed the sleeping princess and broke the seven year curse cast upon the land
Once upon a time, The queen was in love. Married a king, who already Had a daughter, Snow White. The Queen only married, Because it was her Mother's dying wish. But the queen's heart,
The Evil Queen knew What happened to pretty young girls who didn't know what to do When men came forth eyeing the pretty young girls and saying 'look at you Snow White believed that everyone was good
Once upon a blue sky, Behind the floating cloads, Shone a bright light. And below that light was a duck,  Proud and tall, With a little baby duckling near her side,  Meek and small.
He is a man but not quite He feasts on moth wings by the light of a fat sun And makes melodies from bird bones at night   Rats follow his song and deer flee At the sight of an ancient gaze
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