Fairy Tales in Parody
It is in a dark starry night and a bright half moon
Where my mind glares of a story unknown
A tale whispered by an empyreal shadow
Of life based in a fictional flow
It was in that 12 midnight as they did whisper
Where Cinderella ran and left her glass slipper
Where the beast prince was fighting against the local savages
Where Aurora was sound asleep waiting for a kiss
But what happened is not what they told
For Cinderella ran but lost in the woods so cold
Alone and helpless, she spotted a cabin
There she saw the big bad wolf sleepin’
Funny, little red riding hood never came
For she’s still busy guessing Rumplestiltskin’s name
With thousands of wrong names she surrendered and bid goodbye
And in her walk, she heard the piper’s lullaby
He piped and piped spreading out melodic play
For he knew the harmony would lead him to his way
So he arrived at the seven dwarfs’ little cabin
And before him is Snow White, dead in a glass coffin
She’s still pretty and smiling and white as snow
He played a sad sonata in a tune so low
So dwarfs were weeping and mourning in their painful nips
Then a frog began to jump and kiss her in the lips
Then Oh! She breathed in deep reverence
Then poof! The frog changed into a prince
And cursed were gone and grace what they had
But was he the prince that Snow White loved?
Then who’s the gallant man in the forest?
Who helped Hansel and Gretel towards west?
Who fetched them home safe and sound?
But look! What did he found?
A dark old creepy castle lit by the moon
Covered with vines and thorns across the lagoon
But valiant was he and so he crept in the night
There he found the sleeping beauty glowed by the moonlight
Enchanting, alluring, and inviting him to kiss
And so, he moved and pushed his lips with tenderness
Then Aurora opened her eyes with confusions untold
Unable to see Robinhood escaped with her diamond and gold
To the far end, the beast was dying and no one can tell
In terror and in fear, where was his Belle?
Ah! There she was running with Pinocchio
But to sadness she arrived with a dead prince and sorrow
She cried and cried and no one can stop her
Tears dropped to his but she’s been a minute late and after
But Pinocchio so faithful wished upon a star
And so with miracle a life returned from a far
The longing Prince with a glass was left in the ball
He had been busy looking for Cinderella in the castle
At the day after, he searched for all the maiden
To fit the slipper as perfectly as must’ve been
And on his quest he found a tall tower
It’s unknown to him for it’s in the middle of nowhere
And so he climbed above towards the window sill
There waited a damsel, a golden-haired Rapunzel
But the slipper was broken, fell down upon
Now the hope of finding his girl was tragically gone
Yet, Rapunzel with beauty caught the prince
So with a smile he uttered, “Will you be my princess?”
And so it was been told they lived happily ever after
Hail on my credit for I, the great mismatch maker
But I don’t know how to end this in time.
So I just have to stop this parody with the word rhyme.