By Raima Joseph
It all started
In a crummy old room,
With a big brown book
And a slow HDR zoom.
A magic mirror,
An abandoned slipper,
A curse forever
,It all began right here.
Once, there was a damsel in distress
Until an old hag with a stick
Shimmered and glimmered
On things that made her life,sick.
All decked up she goes to a ball
And finds herself a Royal fella.
Dreams that she wished for
Finally came true for Cinderella.
Little did she know that
Life's not a ball for everyone.'
Bibbidy Bobbidy Boo
'Won't work in reality, honey-bun.
Then there's the old prune
Who created a pernicious pippin,
All because of some insecurities
She had with the colour of her skin.
This one's of a curly haired maiden
Who finds her true love
While singing to a well
And giving vocal lessons to a dove?
Such a drag
Was the tale of SnowWhite.
Accepting food from a creepy stranger
Is what is shown to kids, am I right?
Now comes a dame
Who falls prey to a spindle.
To keep her highness from sleeping forever,
They all try to burn the wheels in a kindle.
Gift of beauty
Gift of song
A gift of self-control
Could have saved her all along.
In Aurora's life, far from reality
There isn't such a thing as morning breath.
Girlie got married to a prince
Who saved her from a sleep like death.
Dear, oh dear!
That's a whole lot of rhyme
Can you believe all this took place
Once upon a time?
By Raima Joseph
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