I was reading a fairytale one day and just decided to put it into a colloqiual poem. |
She wished for a child A beautiful baby girl With a smile as big as her heart And skin as white as pearl Oh! And hair as dark as ebony Lest we forget And lips redder than any maiden Any man had ever met She did forget this heartfelt wish As she sighed and sat It was impossible No baby was born like that But wait what was this? She felt the presence of another A small heartbeat with her own She was soon to be a mother She ran to her husband Who happened to be king And told him the news This marvellous thing Soon after the baby was born A sweet thing filled with laughter The Queen smiled as she saw her But was dead very soon after The beautiful baby grew Into a beatiful child With raven black hair And temper oh so mild But to her despair And amidst much strife The king did something awful He took on a wife Not only was she vain and proud She did things with magic one can't explain It frightened the little girl so very much It caused her actual pain Well, the king did then What all kings do He died honourably His daughter did not know what to do Force to don rags And constantly work She did not complain Though it drove her berserk But Stepmother was plotting Going slightly insane For stepdaughter was a beauty And Stepmother was vain She paid the woodsman to kill her But alas he could not then She ran away and met some dwarves And lived in their little den But stepmother she found out And poisoned an apple red Tricking her stepdaughter She watched her drop down dead But the little men Who loved her so Made her a glass coffin Not wanting to let her go Now along that way came a prince Upon a noble steed He saw the girl in the glass And at once he did the deed He kissed her once upon the lips And from her slumber she woke 'Oh goodness gracious me', she cried Stepmother made me choke Now Stepmother deserved this And she did pay For all the evil she did That very same day She was killed But it is not known how Some say a boulder. some say dancing shoes Others say a plough! And as for Snow White As you have guessed it was she Well it could be she lived happily ever after Or maybe it was not meant to be All i know is that the lovely girl Filled with joy and laughter Is now finding out what happens After happily ever after |