classic fairy tale
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Here upon this old woven chair
She sits in the land of the inbetween
Perched under a wooden sign post
The one rooted into muscle that sits between our ribs
There at the very tip toe top
With a body bornFrom trees, her gargantuanFigure, barragesThrough Forests, as she pursuesThis man, that tried to slay her
Once upon a time there was an egg.
A large egg.
A late egg.
From which hatched the ugliest duck of the bunch
but by the end,
the prettiest swan of the bevy.
We know the story
of identity
Evil stepmother’s reflection
Heading in the Hunter’s direction
Wanting a heart
Nil will set her apart
Expending any bill
A boy of eight was I on that fateful day,
When sweet sounds of music drew children near.
Joy filled our souls as the piper did play.
Across the wild lands we passed with no fear.
From the time she started breathing
She would concoct schemes as if she were making a potion
A life of crime kept her going
She found that her soul was darker than the ocean
Toiling the days away behind a desk
Cashiering away for the tourists.
A typical tedious tuesday until...
A man, short and troll-esque,
Once upon a time....
There was a scary yet brave
Vicious and smart beast.
Who preyed on the innocent
That wore their hearts on a sleeve.
They know me as the girl with the glass slipper
The one who lived as a slave, constantly hearing my evil stepsisters bicker
Glass, Glass, Glass,
It echoed in her mind, as she could just never find the time, To try go and make that climb.
It's true, I'm a prince.
At least that part of the story is right.
But, when I walk by, people wince.
I guess they don't like me killing at the depths of night.
Once upon a time, a young girl wished for a world of nonsense away from her own.
white rabbits and red roses conversing like humans tend to do
Colors far beyond the rainbow covering the land
Rapunzel,
Let down your hair
Allow your locks to flow free,
As your curls cascade down the tower
Your follicles fall gracefully,
Soft lips,
Soft hair.
Gentle eyes,
Gentle stare.
The tug of his smiles, which I saw only few;
The drips down my face now common as morning dew.
I long for one's fingertips to brush my own,
The Princess and the Pea
Once upon a time
in a far away land,
lived a princess fair and fine.
Her mahogany hair gleamed in the sunlight
and her eyes twinkled like the brightest stars the sky.
My name belongs to wonderland, to the black forest in which I stay
A place of magic, wonderment and the plague—that’s how I lost my father too
Mother knows best, doesn’t she? That’s why I frolic in these woods
Rudolph the red nosed reindeer,
Had a very shiny nose,
But he didn't save Christmas,
That's just the story they chose.
Yeah we all picked on him,
We didn't know what to do,
Twice upon the night
No where near the daylight
Was a knock at the eight dwarfs’ room
It was a quaint little nook
Five rocks from the brook
The Princess and the Pea
Once upon a time
in a far away land,
lived a princess fair and fine.
Her mahogany hair gleamed in the sunlight
and her eyes twinkled like the brightest stars the sky.
The Princess and the Pea
Once upon a time
in a far away land,
lived a princess fair and fine.
Her mahogany hair gleamed in the sunlight
and her eyes twinkled like the brightest stars the sky.
Again the man called Bluebeard seeked a wife-
Color so blue it was not worth his gold.
But to a young maiden, this fear was contrived,
Thus they wed and her chastity sold.
There once was, very dear to me,
A young boy only I could see.
He appeared to me every night,
Flying in my window like a kite.
The eternal boy was completely free,
Hansel and Gretel were of a curious nature
Fear could not reside in their bones
Their innocence was ignorant of danger
Out through the woods they decided to go
A witch was creeping and they did not know
Peter Pan and RumpelstiltskinOnce upon a time There was a boyMany thought he was full of joyThat was the image he portrayed He never growed up because he betrayed His only son And being ageless is what he wonFrom the dark spirit His son, Rumpelsti
I am my father's daughter
I no longer have the long hair he tied up for me, no space to put the jade pins and flowers
His own sword was held in my hand as I changed my hair, as I changed my identity
The story of Rapunzel,
as we all know,
ends happily, when
feelings show.
Locked in a tower,
away from it all,
could have been changed,
if had not been a wall.
They’ll scream and say I robbed them
But don’t speak of how they robbed me
Though I suppose it’s hard to recognize
Your slave once he’s been freed.
Once upon a time
Not long ago
There was a girl
Whose name was snow
She had a touch
That chilled to the bone
Corrupt daughters of remarried stepmother
In servitude place our poor Cinderella
No ball, they intend, until pigeons come hither
Dress Cindy up to catch the eye of a fella
