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Little shells cling to the shore, Like the ones around her neck. Red sun, setting, upon the blue waves. Stragglers washed up from the boat wreak Long red shiny hair, Rainbow scales to her waist.
Little duckling had no clue That he was stuck with the wrong crew. An ugly duckling you get the gist But this story has a little twist He was a duckling all along But was swimming with the swans.
Goldilocks has never existed, Just one of Anderson's many listed, The girl behind the tale's true, Though differences. There are a few...
Who is the fairest.
Oh woe is me.
(from beauty and the beast) Monster. Freak.
( took a while to join in but... Here tis!) Why don't you burn 'The Billy Goats Gruff '- That tatty yarn's A load of guff.
Far far away Down in the woods Live a family A family of hoods They like to Kill They get sucha trill Blood that runs deep Lips stained red Skin stays white Fairest, My ass Dark and...
Big dressed with whale bone corsets, Faces all powdered and perfect. Masks just to keep the mystery... Their identities they wish to protect.
She rolls up in The Pumpkin Beats pumping out the back. She's got her glassy swag on Something the others lack.
The tricksters gathered in an unruly mob, To discuss tonights fearsome job, A Fairy gone to dark feared for her life, As The Hood fingered her knife, The boy shouted his old "wolf!" joke, And still...
Hidden in the dangerous depths Of the deep dark haunted wood Lurks a girl, all dressed in red Whom they call the Hood. Who knows what deadly secrets Are hidden in her woven basket.
The leaves of the Opussian Observatory Guard are watching and whispering under the cover of a breeze, as monsters and tricksters from mis-sold fairy tales slink towards The Oldest Oak in the land.
Attention. Apologies. This is really quite absurd But there is yet another threat to us Or so we have heard.
Attention. We know, folks, This is getting out of hand, But there are more ASBO's To hand out in Forestland.
Attention. Fellow inhabitants Of the wood. There's a bandit around. A menace. The Hood. She acts all sweet In her cloak of red But red stands for danger.
"Lips red as red, Cheeks white as white, An unreal beauty, An aunt with much spite": The truth of Snow White, It wasn't as told, That fairy tale, Is a story told; The truth is this: The girl was...
Go on and take your sharpened scissors Cut my long golden hair Do what you want, you evil witch Why don't you see if I care. You think by taking away my hair You'll be able to keep me here.
All day long I must stay here And how the wind does sigh When it sees my tears fall It whispers do not cry...
I'd spit into your smug expressions But I can't behave like that You see, I'm the princes beautiful bride And to think you called me fat.
You're not the only one To bar your teeth at my flesh. One has already bitten me, A sly old crook called Death.
Take a bite, sweetheart Of this beautiful apple I hold Quickly quickly, my hands do shake I'm afraid I'm getting old But you, my dear, you gleam With the radiance of youth.
The beauty in the nights blue glare His warm embrace, her timid stare The lips wild fire, there desperate need The cherished seal of a lovers creed .
// all children grow up, except one // I reached for his hand through the open window. For a brief moment, he hesitated, staying suspended in the night air before giving in to my pleading eyes.