Apples red as blood, ready for picking
As Snow White went about her many chores
A jealous witch is plotting and scheming
Her demise with a host of poison spores
Hatching a plan to kill the Queen's daughter
Who now resides with seven toad-faced dwarfs?
Her stepmother is the evil plotter-
Who married the King, the King who divorced?
Her mother to marry this vain New Queen;
Poor Snow White's future was bleak indeed:
Apple ate; she gave out a fatal scream!
Till awoken by a Prince on his steed
She remained long dead in her glass casket
Because a mirror revealed her beauty,
Spoke, leading to all this disenchantment;
The New Queen in disguise acted crudely,
But also met with her death abruptly,
For-the-Prince-recognized the Queen's threat;
Made of iron, she danced—went ahead
Wearing red-hot slippers fitting snugly.
Snow White's wedding was a mighty success
The Prince, with his bride, was now overjoyed.
Snow White never did any needlepoint
Prick her finger, bled, she'd too much finesse.
Very innovative way of going about writing a poem- transforming a fairy tale! You do it well…...
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A jealous witch is, plotting and scheming with the going of White Snow. The Prince with his bride enjoys the moment of perception of snow gained in life. Wonderful poem is excellently penned...10