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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Maleficent was frankly and nefariously magnificent Evil to her very bones, she had gigantic evil stones. No one else would blatantly maim and kill. The way she did, with happy thrill. Hunting down whoever wronged her, was deadly Maleficent. Smacking them down left and write, killing as she went. She was not invited to the castle for the baby’s christening. Brought herself in from the bowels of hell, devils hands listening, She wanted the ugly newborn to die, and she was determined to help. She made it her mission to give her a gift that had everyone all atwitter. She searched for her for sixteen years, with her trusty crow Dead Kelp. Those ugly faeries infuriated her, she called them Pip, Pop and Pitter. Maleficent had many killing ways, but her favorite was the wheel. Here was how her evil mind worked, this is pretty much the deal. The princess would prick her finger and fall down hard and dead. Her face would turn green and ugly, and her eyes would roll back in her head. Those flipping faeries stole her wish, converting it to something better. So damned mad, she was ready to kill them too, she sent them a mean letter. The spinning wheel trick did not work as well as Maleficent had hoped. The stupid princess did fall down though. Looked like she’d been doped. Castle slept for a hundred years, but one day Maleficent woke up quickly. A handsome prince on horseback was chopping down the vines so thickly. She turned into her most evil self, a dragon with third-degree fire. He met her at every turn, was frankly endowed with super power desire. I am sad to say he killed Maleficent, and Dead Kelp Crow, her pet too. This is how these crazy fairy tales always end, so what could poor M do?
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