The Other Side of the Forest

Kristen Allen

 

If neutral earthquakes could fix her face,
She’d take that crown with such embrace.


Instead her eyes they lack such poise,
And her mouth produce such dirty noise.


Fruit is what she most desires,
Brewing apples above hot fires.


Finding a gal to take a bite,
She forces the poison in secret spite.


Alas the witch her dream come true,
She bears that crown without further ado.

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