Three little pigs went out one day
Were caught by a butcher and brutally slain
Never again did the pigs complain
About the big bad wolf who wouldn’t go away
Little Red Riding Hood grabbed the treats
Basket on her arm she was tidy and neat
Out in the forest she was too slow on her feet
Pounced on from behind the wolf started to eat
Hansel and Gretel in a sweet cake hut
Gretel’s back swollen in welts and cuts
She weeps silently when Hansel’s time is up
The witch cackled loud when she spills his guts
Young flying Peter from another land
Dueling back and forth on the white beach sand
With a pirate who sports a black hook for hand
The sand turned red with spilled blood of the Pan
Snow White lying still and cold as death
Barely seen is the rise and fall of her chest
Along comes one who steals her breath
Strangled and suffocated Snow White is dead
Twist it, taint it, make it hollow
Take the light and cast it in shadow
Tales told in a voice pitched low
In the flickering light of a candles glow
©Aarron Mondello
27/4/2018
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