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The Blair Bitch
🕑 Added 2017-10-24 18:51:07 +0000 UTC A fairy godmother senile and frail,Waves her wand to no avail.
Unbeknownst, a spell is cast!
The magic travels true and fast.
Princesses rise from mice so small,
In awe and wonder, they scurry off to the ball.
The lonely girl cleaning her sisters' mess,
Begins to burst straight out of her dress!
She fills with pulp, 'til she's orange and round,
More pumpkin-like with every pound!
Scared and confused, she'll waddle and pitch,
Her last hope lies with the cruel wicked witch.
She begs, "I wish to be small, my natural size!
What man could love these huge thunder thighs?"
"This black heart hears you," the crafty witch croons,
"You've come to the right place, and not a moment too soon!"
A ghoulish green potion with a dark spell is read,
The moment it soaks in, vines sprout from her head...
The room grows bigger, that vile witch too,
Our heroine's naive wish has actually come true!
Fatter than ever, though the size of a gourd,
Just another prize among the fel woman's hoard.
Her tiny limbs turgid and brain marinating in bliss,
Cinderella's curse can be broken by true love's kiss...
Comments
Thanks! I would definitely be interested in doing more 'twisted fairy tale' stuff. It was really fun!
Demons made me do it, I swear.
Don't think we can't see that subtle 666. Reported for literal satanism.
Bee Ridge
This is.... really really good. Love the poem. I'd definitely kiss her, but I don't think I want this curse to end!
