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Miss Mary Pennynickle's Fairytales of Foreboding

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by James DeSalvo


  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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