Snowwhite and the Seven dwarf

It doesn't matter what lifestyles you lead
the virgin is a lovely number:
cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,
legs and arms product of Limoges,
lips like Jeweled Pierced,
rolling her beautiful blue doll eyes
open and shut.
Open to say,
hi there Mama,
and shut for the thrust
of the unicorn.
She is unsoiled.
She is as white as a bonefish.

As soon as there was once a lovely virgin
called Snow White.
Say she was once thirteen.
Her stepmother,
a beauty in her possess right,
although eaten, of course, by age,
would hear of no magnificence surpassing her own.
Magnificence is a simple ardour,
but, oh my friends, in the end
you're going to dance the hearth dance in iron shoes.
The stepmother had a mirror to which she referred--
some thing like the climate forecast--
a replicate that proclaimed
the one fantastic thing about the land.
She would ask,
watching glass upon the wall,
who's fairest of us all?
And the reflect would reply,
you are the fairest of us all.
Pride pumped in her like poison.

Instantly one day the mirror answered,
Queen, you are full reasonable, 'tis actual,
but Snow White is fairer than you.
Unless that second Snow White
had been no extra main
than a dust mouse beneath the mattress.
But now the queen noticed brown spots on her hand
and four whiskers over her lip
so she condemned Snow White
to be hacked to loss of life.
Bring me her coronary heart, she mentioned to the hunter,
and i'll salt it and devour it.
The hunter, however, let his prisoner go
and introduced a boar's heart back to the fortress.
The queen chewed it up like a dice steak.
Now i am fairest, she said,
lapping her slim white fingers.

Snow White walked in the wildwood
for weeks and weeks.
At every turn there were twenty doorways
and at each stood a hungry wolf,
his tongue lolling out like a worm.
The birds called out lewdly,
talking like pink parrots,
and the snakes hung down in loops,
each and every a noose for her sweet white neck.
On the seventh week
she got here to the seventh mountain
and there she observed the dwarf condo.
It used to be as droll as a honeymoon cottage
and thoroughly equipped with
seven beds, seven chairs, seven forks
and 7 chamber pots.
Snow White ate seven fowl livers
and lay down, at final, to sleep.

The dwarfs, these little scorching dogs,
walked 3 times round Snow White,
the drowsing virgin. They had been clever
and wattled like small czars.
Sure. It can be a just right omen,
they mentioned, and can carry us good fortune.
They stood on tiptoes to look at
Snow White wake up. She informed them
concerning the replicate and the killer-queen
and so they requested her to stay and keep apartment.
Watch out for your stepmother,
they mentioned.
Quickly she will comprehend you are right here.
Even as we're away in the mines
for the duration of the day, you have to now not
open the door.

Watching glass upon the wall . . .
The reflect instructed
and so the queen dressed herself in rags
and went out like a peddler to entice Snow White.
She went across seven mountains.
She got here to the dwarf residence
and Snow White opened the door
and bought somewhat of lacing.
The queen fixed it tightly
round her bodice,
as tight as an Ace bandage,
so tight that Snow White swooned.
She lay on the ground, a plucked daisy.
When the dwarfs came home they undid the lace
and she or he revived miraculously.
She was as lively as soda pop.
Watch out for your stepmother,
they said.
She is going to are trying another time.

Snow White, the dumb bunny,
opened the door
and he or she bit right into a poison apple
and fell down for the final time.
When the dwarfs lower back
they undid her bodice,
they looked for a comb,
nevertheless it did no excellent.
Although they washed her with wine
and rubbed her with butter
it was once to no avail.
She lay as nonetheless as a gold piece.

The seven dwarfs would not deliver themselves
to bury her within the black ground
in order that they made a pitcher coffin
and set it upon the seventh mountain
so that all who handed by means of
might peek in upon her magnificence.
A prince got here one June day
and would no longer budge.
He stayed see you later his hair became green
and still he would not depart.
The dwarfs took pity upon him
and gave him the glass Snow White--
its doll's eyes shut ceaselessly--
to maintain in his some distance-off castle.
As the prince's men carried the coffin
they stumbled and dropped it
and the chunk of apple flew out
of her throat and he or she aroused from sleep miraculously.

And for this reason Snow White grew to become the prince's bride.
The depraved queen was invited to the wedding feast
and when she arrived there were
purple-scorching iron footwear,
in the method of red-scorching roller skates,
clamped upon her toes.
First your toes will smoke
and then your heels will flip black
and you are going to fry upward like a frog,
she was told.
And so she danced until she was once lifeless,
a subterranean figure,
her tongue flicking inside and out
like a gasoline jet.
Meanwhile Snow White held courtroom,
rolling her eyes open and shut
and mostly relating to her mirror
as females do.