The Hidden Dangers Of Red Poem by Mark Heathcote

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.