IN THE REALM OF RHYME

IN THE REALM OF RHYME

her hair cascaded
down her shoulders
in golden
rhyming couplets

but, as Princesses go
she was a woman
of guile
  and unbridled cunning

needing to be so
for the underbelly of
folktale and
dark rhymes for
children

tell of deep evil woods
where gingerbread houses
call out to
      brother and sister to
eat
  and be eaten

the ones so sweet with
all that hand-in-hand innocence
as every
    evil witch knows
being the tastiest of all

and even
     deeper into the woods
there the gray ogres have
built their
own factory

behind searchlights and wire
setting insane quotas of
aah as
    their target each day