'Twas a dreary winter and very cold
when Sky Blue jumped down a rabbit hole
and fell she far and fell she fast
'til she hit the bottom at long long last

and found she there a deep deep pool
that though quite bitter was really quite cool
she clambered out at alarming pace
and went to join a caucus race.

"A silly game!" she huffed aghast
and shoved a mouse as she ran past.
She found a house with door ajar
and saw a girl with hair like stars.

She was jumping on chairs and testing the beds
and drained three porridge bowls into her head
and Sky Blue thought, heck, she could be neater
but as it turned out, 'twas a wolf 'bout to eat her!

She jumped away, she was nearly deceived.
"You fool! With big eyes, how can you fail to perceive?"
"I wear not a hood and I have no granny
that I wish to see so I shall not tarry."

She marched out the door
and walked the wide wood
and met an old lady,
a peddler with hood.

She offered Sky Blue an apple so fine
but our wise heroine politely declined.
They walked along, trampling on cabbage
until they found a neat little cottage.

Snow White was out and saw the apple fine
but being an airhead, she did not decline.
She fainted and the old witch chortled with joy
and ran on back to her mirror and toys.

The dwarves came home and they were very sad
they wept uncontrollably and howled like the mad.
To hear Snow White sing they would nevermore
but lo! a necrophiliac stood by the door.

And bent he low and kissed the dead,
all the blood rushed to her pretty little head.
Sky Blue rolled her eyes in enormous disgust
and hurried and left them all rolling in dust.

But alas! she forgot her one golden slipper
and the necrophiliac rose to go meet her.
But he was distracted by a castle on high
surrounded by roses that reached for the sky.

And so Prince Charming went off again to conquer
and with one kiss, won the princess in the tower.
Sky Blue groaned and thought, "Poor lass!
to be cursed but awakened but by such an ass!"

Then stopped she dead for right in her tracks
stood a monster so colored by an artist on crack.
"I'm sick of these stories and airheads by twos,
I, a Princess, can slay dragons and I'll surely beat you!"

And gave she the monster a resounding "thwack!"
and posed in a costume not bought off a rack.
But now she was tricked, she was stabbed and said "Gack!
No matter! I'm immortal, and I WILL be back!"

The Poem You Wished Ended Sooner.