The Witch and the Prince
the old witch, wicked?
had yet to be determined
lured five brave men to
her wedding bed and
five less brave men down the isle
of divorce. was it
the long scar down her
crooked nose, wiry long hair
streaming off of the
dark mole on her snarled
lower lip? Was it her huge
hips, nasty morn breath?
we will never know
for now she has found her bliss
the prince placed the kiss
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