They carried her out
In a glass coffin they placed her
Her death without doubt
They waited and waited
For a prince was foretold
To kiss her red lips
To end death’s horrid hold
Snow White’s flesh peeled
Her flesh started to rot
The wait for a kiss
Turned but to naught
Days turned to weeks
From the prince not a sight
They buried her body
It was only right.
A kiss would release her
It would give sweet breath
Then she finally received
A soft kiss from Death
Her lungs filled with fire
She started to scream
She clawed at her coffin
No escape did it seem
The glass finally shattered
She crawled from her grave
She wanted to hunt down
The prince destined to save
She walked through the night
His castle she found
Wanting to drag him
Into the ground
She knocked on the door
She wanted entry
Her entrance denied
By a very large sentry
“What do you want?
No entry you’ll gain.”
He shouted at her
So she ripped out his brain
Snow White stalked through the castle
On the brain did she snack
Licking her lips for more taste
And gave them a smack
She found Charming’s door
And limped her way in
She stroked his raven dark hair
And put on a grin
“My darling, you’re late,”
She said to his ear
His eyes opened wide
His heart filled with fear
“What do you want?” said he
Feeling something amiss
Snow White smiled and said
“I just want a kiss.”
“But now it’s too late
For my life to save.
And it’s lonely and dark
In my eternal grave.”
She pushed out her lips.
He started to squirm
Still did she kiss him
From her mouth came a worm
His body went limp
Yet his body felt life
Snow White started to giggle
“Now I’ll be your wife.”
She dragged him for miles
To her hallowed domain
She pushed in her Charming
And there they remain
To this day he lives
Never to leave
Held to his Snow White
Always to breathe.
The End
Snow White
by Miss Mary Pennynickle
On the floor did they find her
Their lovely Snow White
An apple she clutched
Her breathing not right
The dwarves lifted her body
They carried her out
In a glass coffin they placed her
Her death without doubt
They waited and waited
For a prince was foretold
To kiss her red lips
To end death’s horrid hold
Snow White’s flesh peeled
Her flesh started to rot
The wait for a kiss
Turned but to naught
Days turned to weeks
From the prince not a sight
They buried her body
It was only right.
A kiss would release her
It would give sweet breath
Then she finally received
A soft kiss from Death
Her lungs filled with fire
She started to scream
She clawed at her coffin
No escape did it seem
The glass finally shattered
She crawled from her grave
She wanted to hunt down
The prince destined to save
She walked through the night
His castle she found
Wanting to drag him
Into the ground
She knocked on the door
She wanted entry
Her entrance denied
By a very large sentry
“What do you want?
No entry you’ll gain.”
He shouted at her
So she ripped out his brain
Snow White stalked through the castle
On the brain did she snack
Licking her lips for more taste
And gave them a smack
She found Charming’s door
And limped her way in
She stroked his raven dark hair
And put on a grin
“My darling, you’re late,”
She said to his ear
His eyes opened wide
His heart filled with fear
“What do you want?” said he
Feeling something amiss
Snow White smiled and said
“I just want a kiss.”
“But now it’s too late
For my life to save.
And it’s lonely and dark
In my eternal grave.”
She pushed out her lips.
He started to squirm
Still did she kiss him
From her mouth came a worm
His body went limp
Yet his body felt life
Snow White started to giggle
“Now I’ll be your wife.”
She dragged him for miles
To her hallowed domain
She pushed in her Charming
And there they remain
To this day he lives
Never to leave
Held to his Snow White
Always to breathe.
The End
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
By Miss Mary Pennynickle
On a dark cloudy day
Sat a boy on a hill
Keeping watch on the sheep
To stop the wolf from his fill
He counted the sheep
It was not much of a chore
He nodded off to sleep
But woke up by a snore
He looked down on the village
At the happy townsfolk
To end his long boredom
He would play a joke
He filled up his lungs
And shouted with glee
“The wolf’s come to eat!
Oh, come and save me!”
The townspeople ran up the hill
To help the panicked young boy
But they found him laughing
He giggled with joy
“You all came running
You fell for my trick!”
Said a weary old man
“Lad, you make me sick.
“We were down in the village
Eating our meal
When down came your harsh cries
How does that make you feel?”
The boy thought it over
Then chuckled aloud
“It was all in good fun.”
Off walked the crowd
He had his fun
He again watched the flock
He was soon again bored
He picked up a rock
He threw the great stone
With all of his force
At the next pasture
It just missed a horse
It was time for more fun
He again played his game
“The wolf comes to feast!
The sheep he will maim!”
Up came the village
Up the hill did they rise
When they came to the top
They had another surprise
“I did it again!”
He laughed with a chortle
Said a serious man
“Remember, you’re mortal.
Should the wolf really come
And you raise the alarm
We will not come up here
To save you from harm!”
The boy didn’t care
And sent them away
They were boring him now
They had nothing to say
He turned to the sheep
And heard a terrible sound
Growling grew in the air
He saw the wolf close to the ground
“Wolf! Wolf!” cried the boy
His voice filled with fear
He saw the townspeople look up
But they chose not to hear
The sheep were devoured
The wolf covered in gore
The great beast stalked away
The sheep were no more
The boy cried and cried
As the townsfolk came up
They saw the bloody remains
Where the wolf came to sup
“What happened here, boy?”
Cried the crowd with great rage
“I called and I yelled
But you did not heed my page!”
The crowd finally knew
The boy needed a lesson
He must never again
Indulge his lying obsession
“You like to cry wolf?”
Asked the oldest of men
“We can arrange for you
To see him again.”
The villagers grabbed up the boy
He was tied to a tree
He was smeared with sheep blood
For the wolf to see
“What are you doing?”
He begged for his life
“You’ve caused us nothing
But trouble and strife.”
As the boy screamed with dread
The townspeople walked on
There was joy in their hearts
Their problem soon would be gone
As day turned to night
Screams filled the air
A great howling was heard
An end to the affair
Listen to me
And do not tell tales
Or the beasts of the world
Will eat your entrails.
The End
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