Fake Mother
Glaring, daring him to stare into her eyes.
They’re stern, they burn terror of an evil kind.
His fibs, she twirls like a baton, his feeble lies.
This stepmother, a fairytale witch, finds
ways to wreak havoc when her husband’s away.
Elementary child, small but wise, inflames her,
releases creatures uncaged - she goes cray-cray.
As fake mother cracks, her vibrato bum concurs.
1/4/2020
From “Off With Their Heads,” by Maria Tater, in the oldest version of “The Three Gifts,” a boy asks that when his stepmother glares at him, “her bum might then let go, and crack like roaring fire.”
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