Best Fairy Tales Poems
What would we do without Cuddles
They help us to get out of muddles
When we're feelin' down, they replace a frown
And they fill us so full of Love Bubbles
Beethoven, Sparkles and Lulu
Far greater than anything Tragic
Eeyore, T-T-Tigger and Pooh
In Dreams that are filled full of Magic
Angels are made for believin'
Even if we've never seen them
They mind us at night, when we shut our eyes tight
And they help the Dream Fairies to Weave them
At the ball...
At this point in the tale, a happy ending should be pending,
But readers now are more demanding,
And so, I'll tweak a bit the plot.
Cinderella made an entrance like aurora borealis
That sent a shockwave through the palace,
"Who is this chick? Man, she is hot!"
When the prince caught her attention, his anxieties enflamed him,
But when she smiled, he overcame them,
And asked her if she'd care to dance.
The king and queen were sore relieved
Because they'd had some apprehension,
To girls he'd never paid attention,
They thought him something of a "nance".
But by the time the waltz was over he was thoroughly enraptured,
This girl his royal heart had captured,
And her to wed he was inclined.
Mom and Dad looked on with pride,
And it was then and there decided
To get the two of them united
Before the prince could change his mind.
But he was well and truly hooked, and as to true love she surrendered,
Cindy suddenly remembered
She must be out of there by twelve.
If she hung around too long
Until the tower bell stopped tolling,
The whole darn thing would start unrolling,
The midnight knell would end the spell.
So Cinderella fled the ball, but just before the spell was broken,
She dropped a slipper as a token,
And hoped the prince would come around.
But when the clean-up crew was through,
Along with hairpins and nail clippers,
At least a dozen single slippers
Had been turned in to Lost and Found.
When the prince saw all those shoes, he didn't ponder which or whether,
Just one was crystal, the rest leather,
And he knew what he had to do.
He had his mother pack a lunch,
And Benzedrine he grabbed a fistful,
Then off he shot just like a pistol
In hot pursuit of that glass clue.
To be continued...
The happily ever after...
He searched the kingdom for a fortnight 'til all saddle sore and weary,
With his eyes bloodshot and bleary,
The prince arrived at the last door.
He found two sisters, far too ugly, and an even uglier mother,
And asked himself why even bother,
This whole darn quest's become a bore.
Then from the kitchen came the vision he had searched so far and wide for.
He asked stepmother what she'd lied for
To say the three of them were all.
A flash, a crash, there was the gown, and then he saw her bare right flipper,
And on the left, a crystal slipper…
The girl he'd danced with at the ball.
The stepmother feigned regret that they had sadly so misjudged her,
T'was for her good that they'd begrudged her,
But to a prince one shouldn't lie.
On her wedding day the trio met the fate they should have dreaded,
They were arrested and beheaded,
And Cindy never blinked an eye.
The wedding feast and celebration were the grandest in the nation,
The king and queen felt jubilation,
Their son was "normal", after all.
They could retire and the crown would be passed down to their descendants,
Their kid, grandkids, and co-dependents,
They were so glad they'd had that ball.
But on their wedding night the prince confirmed his sexual confusion,
And forced them both to the conclusion,
Theirs was no fairy tale romance.
But still they made the marriage work, although they had no little nippers,
Sometimes he wore her gown and slippers,
And Cinderella wore the pants.
So, in conclusion, Cinderella got her semi-happy ending,
In spite of all the rules I'm bending
To tell her tale and make it new.
It wasn't meant to be so grand,
But what my muse commands, I do,
And now in bidding fond adieu,
My hat is off to those of you
Who stuck it out and read it through.
The End
Once upon a time...
Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella
Wrote of a girl named Cinderella,
Meant as a fairy tale romance.
Her daddy died when she was young, and she was forced to share his riches
With three monumental b****es,
A most unhappy circumstance.
For years her stepmom and stepsibs made her perform a menial's duty,
And as she blossomed into beauty,
They grew more hateful, mean, and cruel.
Each night they dined on fine cuisine and wore lace dresses with silk sashes,
While she wore rags begrimed with ashes,
And got just crusts of bread and gruel.
Then one day a herald from the king demanded entry
To the homes of landed gentry,
They were invited one and all.
It was the prince's eighteenth birthday, and the king and queen were harried
Because their son was not yet married.
Ergo, the reason for the ball.
The stepsisters primped and preened and wild excitement they exuded,
When Cindy asked to be included, they gaped at her as if appalled.
Stepmother sneered, "Look here, I'll show you!"
With self-righteous indignation,
"Your name's not on the invitation.
Just we elite are so installed."
So Cinderella went downstairs to seek some solace in the kitchen,
But 'stead of sittin' there and b****in', she started dancing with a broom.
She whirled and twirled around the floor,
Or else she'd stand there, gently swaying,
As if an orchestra was playing
Pretending they were bride and groom.
And then a flash, a crash of thunder, and to Cindy's stunned amazement,
There gliding through the kitchen casement,
A pudgy lady dressed in blue.
She said, "Hello, my dear, no fear, I'm here to grant your secret wishes,
I'll wave my wand and clear the dishes,
And make a princess out of you!"
She waved and tapped and flicked and zapped,
And what she seemed to make the air do
Was give her make-up, nails, and hair-do,
And then to make the look complete,
Out of those rags so soiled and worn and far too torn to drown a cat in,
A gown of gossamer and satin, and crystal slippers on her feet.
Without this timely intervention, Cindy's tale might have been tragic.
Could she have managed without magic,
And her dilemma be resolved?
But everybody knows what happened with a gourd and six white mice,
And how a smudgy scullery maid was made to clean up really nice,
When a fairy got involved.
To be continued...
Cinderella
Cinderella had no happy end,
not at least in this story now penned.
The prince lacked finesse
in bed; thus distress
plagued his wife much too nice to pretend.
Sleeping Beauty
We’ve been told of a hundred-year curse.
Sleeping Beauty endured, but what’s worse -
when a prince broke the spell,
he had such a bad smell
that to wed him, the girl was averse.
Little Red Riding Hood
In the story of Red Riding Hood,
there was not any wolf in the wood.
She had made up that tale
since her life was so stale
and at telling tall tales Red was good!
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Most good folks know the tale of Snow White.
Well, the stepmom was never her plight.
There was no curse at all.
Snow just liked her men small,
so she hung out with dwarfs! Get it right.
Pinocchio
We all know how this one story goes
of a puppet whose nose always grows.
But it’s Rudolph whose lies
grow his nose as he flies
while the puppet’s the one whose nose glows.
Peter Pan
Peter Pan, what a killjoy is he.
Folks will say he lived in Hangman’s Tree.
The Lost Boys he trapped there
like crazed beasts in a lair.
In a mansion he lived selfishly.
Now regarding the “bad” Captain Hook
and the reason the crocodile took
the one arm of that man:
it was trained to by Pan.
Don’t believe all you read in a book.
I've always been attracted to the other world.
You know, the world in between life and death.
The one you always see out of the corner of your eye.
Was always that little girl who wanted to be someplace.
Someplace more exciting than the place I was standing.
I always knew there was something more exciting waiting.
More exciting than where I was standing, new adventures.
Where the stardust falls at midnight, with sunrise delight.
World of whispers and flickering shadows in the moonlight.
Where the fairies and frogs and fireflies dance all night.
I call it my consensual reality in my alternate universe.
Come, take my hand, the land of enchantment is waiting.
It was always ok that I was the only one that believed.
Believed in the unseen world of the magical light beings.
I see the gargoyles conversing with the pigeons high up.
Sometimes they wink at me as they turn back to stone.
They pretend that way, so no one will catch on to them.
Trouble with magick is most people don't believe in it.
Though I'm sure they could if they kept hold of dreams.
And childlike natures and the innocents of childhood.
They don't believe in what's buried deep down inside.
If you tried, I know you could see just what I see.
Fairies with rainbow colored wings fly against the sun.
Or dancing along the milky way in the pale moonlight.
And the shoemaker's magick shop is where they live.
They are always delighted when you come for a visit.
12:30am 3/ 3 2013
I wrote this as I was waiting for my daughter Jessie to come home from bowling.
They told me from the time I was two
“One day prince charming is coming for you!”
They made me read these inspiring fairy tales
About mermaids, evil step mothers and
servants whose childhoods were unfair,
They told me that even if I was troubled and had to put up with a lot,
That someday my adversaries would have to surrender
to me and scrub my pots,
They told me I wasn’t alone; animals would be my friend
So I tried that, then one night they bit me,
I suffered another tragic end
They said to always be kind-hearted that’s what all man want,
When I got into high school I found out no one wanted to talk to the fat girl in the corner who ate chocolate glazed croissants
They told me to find seven dwarfs, a crew of little people
My school only had four of them
Their names were; scuba, geek freak, muffin top and meatball
In eleventh grade they said, "ask God for a fairy godmother to get a dress for the prom"
I went to a Catholic Church, got one for 75 cents,
with red stripes and one missing arm
They said after graduation the wise thing to do would be to go to college
and Not rush into getting married
So I got knocked up my senior year by the school janitor,
His name is "Prince Larry!"
I dropped out a month before school ended and you’ll never guess where I reside
I am currently employed doing Disney parties, where I get to dress up as all the great characters who told me those fabulous lies.
Got to Love fairy tales…
By: Sabina Nicole
1-24-13
When she was young…just a little girl
when life was more innocent and free
she believed in castles in the sky
in fairy tales…and fantasy.
She believed from the sparks of a campfire fireflies were born
She believed in happy endings
in mermaids and unicorns…
She believed in houses made from gingerbread
that every sentence ended in rhyme
She believed rubbing a lamp could summon a genie
She believed long hair she could climb.
When she was young she believed in Santa Claus.
She believed her grandparents lived in a world of black and white.
She believed in the magic of a kiss.
She believed her blanket would protect her at night.
When she was young she’d play outside for hours.
She’d come home with scraped up knees.
She believed she could see the entire world when she climbed to the top of a tree.
And when she grew up she still believed…
In happy endings..in fantasy…and play
but the duties and responsibilities of life often got in the way…
Which is why now that she is older
she loves to find moments when her fantasies are reborn…
moments when she revisits her fairy tales…
and finds her unicorn.
Moses and his sweet Molly Mouse
have a puzzling dilemma.
They have used all the names they know
from Marvalee to Maryemma.
They have followed all mouse name rules.
Each must begin with letter em.
After their hundreds of babies,
they have no more new names for them.
They can’t use Micky or Minnie,
for they know the unwritten rule.
Using gods or goddesses names
will make any mouse look a fool.
When Sally Squirrel comes to call,
the new mouse family to view,
they speak of their giant problem
and ask Sally, “What shall we do?”.
Sally swiftly offers to help,
but the fine ess names that she knows,
are rejected by the mouse pair,
“We surely can’t use one of those.”
Opie Oppossum arrives to ogle
and bring names with an oh or pee.
Moses objecting once again,
“They must start with an em, you see.”
Then Molly whispers to Moses.
“I will question Miss Mynah Bird.
Mynah is sure to remember
every em word she’s ever heard.”
Miss Mynah is very happy
to respond to their fervent plea.
She has a name for every child
they will live long enough to see.
There‘s Myra and Moira and Meg,
for the girl mice now in the nest..
Maurie and Mervin and Maleg,
are boy names passing the test.
The mouse pastor baptizes them
and as he pronounces each name,
Moses and Molly glow with pride.
Miss Mynah has saved them from shame.
Personification Moses and Molly Mouse, Sally Squirrel, Opie Oppossum, Mouse pastor
Miss Mynah Bird
No I don't need your words
I don't want you're silly beauty
Just want you to stand in front of me
Hug you and feel your hear beat
And we will fly to our dream world
A world we created
Where people's cynical mind
Can never touch our being
In my deep, sweet dream
A world of pure intimacy,
Happiness between us
You wake me up
It all started when Sleeping Beauty slapped Cinderella
Then Snow White retaliated and hit her with an umbrella
as Ariel the little Mermaid's tail turned into legs
Prince Erick and Prince Charming stole the Easter bunny's eggs.
As Alice from wonderland grew five times her size
Hansel and Gretel attacked her by surprise
While Puss in Boots fought Peter pan
Captain Hook and Ursula produced an evil master plan.
Rapunzel chatted with Red Riding hood
and the three little pigs were up to no good
Thumbelina still aspired to grow
and Rumpelstiltskin has a name he thought no one would know
Jack climbed the beanstalk which was later cut down
by the woman in the shoe who stole Cinderellas wedding gown.
The wicked witch of the west set the woman's shoe ablaze
and Dorothy clicked her heels but didn't return home for thirty days.
When fairy tales get messy this is what well never see
but this is what fairy tales would be like if it were up to me...
Exclusively and only fairy-tales,
that's what a baby-kisser aye retails.
Volodymyr Knyr
2017
1.My familiar crow
A cheerful crow named Matryona lived in her small house.
I drank tea with her and observed,
As she played with a wind in leapfrog and chased the moon at night.
Probably, she thought, that the moon is cheese!
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2.Matryona and greedy Sasha
Boy Sasha went along the street of "the World".
He had two ice creams in one hand at the same time!
Suddenly he met a girl he knew.
She asked with hope,
"Is your ice cream tasty? "
" Of course, it is very tasty! "
Sadly, she said,
" Ah! I go to musical school. "
"All right, goodbye."
A homeless dog and cat followed Sasha for a long time,
And they asked for something through their sad eyes.
" Unscrupulous beggars! " Sasha said,
and has continued his way, enjoying his ice cream.
Suddenly from a tree a crow flew toward him,
seized his two ice creams,
returned to her tree and shouted loudly:
" Sasha! You are a greedy boy!"
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3.The Matryona and fashion
One day a crow cooked macaroni.
What for you, Matryona -,
put on them on your a neck?
In fact it is meal!
" You must not argue tastes-
I shall depart to a party
in beads made from macaroni! "
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4.Matryona is a ghost
Kolesnikov Alexey
Was not a pleasant child.
He was rude to adults,
He offended girls,
He teased dogs and pulled the tails of cats!
Crow Matryona decided to punish this small hooligan.
On the old sewing machine
She sewed a red, very loose raincoat
And she put it on, like a ghost.
When Alexey came back from school,
He saw in the sky, right above him, the awful monster,
Which flew and laughed , and shouted angrily,
" You offend the weak and should be punished! "
Alexey was very much frightened,
" The living ghost! Excuse me, please!
I will not do any more bad things!
" You will behave yourself?
Well, I believe you, good-bye! "
Remove my heart
Take away the pain
I’m torn apart
And going insane
I can’t do this any more
My heart is broken
To its core
I can’t take this anymore!
Staring at the stars
In this midnight sky
Wondering if
Tonight I were to die
Would anyone even
Ask why
Cause this journey is so long and damned
Makes me question who I am
Feeling so small
Locked behind these prison walls
So you say
You’re done
Chasing fairy tales
You’re done being young and naïve
Hoping for a happily ever after
That will only end in disaster
Cause you don’t wanna be seen
Dreaming of a picture perfect
Memory
That will only end in misery
Broken and abused
So empty and used
Like my aching heart
I’m giving love my best
But it shot me in the chest
So you say
You’re done
Chasing fairy tales
You’re done being young and naïve
Hoping for a happily ever after
That will only end in disaster
Cause you don’t wanna be seen
Every step I take
Is just another mistake
I fall deeper and deeper
Into this hell hole
Within this body
Is a rotting soul
Inside my f****** mind
My soul screams
Happiness I can not find
Not even in my dreams
I feel like I’m not worth sh**
In the midst of it
I need a God
And the strength to believe
Again and again
Since I’ve been deceived
Mankind has taken its toll on me
So far down
I’m being dragged beneath
No one hears a sound
The devil has his hold on me
My heart begins to pound
I’m blind, and failing to see
Oh, what I’d give to be young and naïve again
Not dwelling on this bitter end
Free from this sinking sand
So you say
You’re done
Chasing fairy tales
You’re done being young and naïve
Hoping for a happily ever after
That will only end in disaster
Cause you don’t wanna be seen
Remove my heart
Take away the pain
I’m torn apart
And going insane
I can’t do this any more
My heart is broken
To its core
I swear to God
I can’t take this anymore!
high on a hilltop
stands the castle of the wind
in fuchsia rose mists
enchanted fortress
with a broad moat surrounding
child's fairy tale land
palace of bright stars
when the crescent moon's shining
all indigo night
castle of the clouds
in brass sunshine of morning
when dreams have come true