there was no
fairer maiden
in all the land
her cheeks were
as white as snow
she had the voice of a
nightingale
and when she moved
her ribs would
show
the evil
witch tempted
her with
an apple
as rosy and pure
as herself
the innocent one
smiled shyly
and said
'I simply
couldn't miss,
do you know
how many
calories
that is?
I've learned
that prince
charming only
falls for you
when you're
thin'
the wicked
witch
stomped
the apple
to the ground
and
swelling with rage
exploded with-
out a sound
so my young dears
forget what you've
been told about
an apples keeping
the doctor away-
it was anorexia
that saved the day!
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