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
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