Snow White
She was sweet as pie
even to her Stepmother.
There would be none
that would ever think
there was anything amiss.
No one
No one
Could ever expect her
to cause any harm.
She invited her Stepmother out,
for just a little chilled wine.
Out in the snow,
her favorite place.
The perfect place.
For a perfect drink.
How sweet it is.
Her Evil Stepmother of course
Very much enjoyed her drink.
It had such a...
"different flavor"
She claimed.
Oh yes,
Thought Snow White,
Different indeed.
Snow White smiled,
As her Stepmother began to feel...
faint and weak.
From her mouth bubbled
Painful foam, fast and clean
Caused
By the hidden ingredient
Within her cup.
Snow White waited
Until there was one last gasp.
Then, her work finally done,
she sat down to relax.
Content once more.
Sweet
Sweet
Snow White
(No Stepmothers were actually harmed in the making of this story!)
