There once was a man of the fairest of fair,
Ghostly White skin and shiny black hair.
But this pale skinny lad,
Got some freakish odd fun.
Out of dressing in drag, his hair in a bun.
When he played at his game, Snow White was his name.
And the beauty of Snow White had earned him great fame.
Such fame, in fact, that he angered a Queen.
(A Queen with especially low self-esteem)
so she ordered a woodsman to take the young lad
to be taken to a forest and killed.
(quite sad)
but the beauty of Snow White distracted the man,
distracted him so much that Snow White escaped him
(after, of course, the man brutally raped him)
so the young man, (Named Michael, I though you should know)
came to a house with a door small and low.
Upon entering he found, To His Joy,
Seven small beds for seven small boys.
For Michael, I'm afraid to admit,
Was really quite horny and twisted and sick.
He had a queer pedophilic obsession,
With little boys being in his possession.
His desires were far beyond normal.
For he liked them so young they were not yet hormonal.
he cleaned up their house and he made them a fire,
Acting like some kind of maid up for hire.
The boys then came walking home,
Having worked all day with diamonds and loam.
Imagine their shock when they walked through the door,
And saw sitting in their house, a pale white whore.
He threw of his bonnet, his stockings his dress,
And his stark naked body did impress.
before dinner the boys took a turn each,
In the closet with uncle Michael (who sucked them like a leech)
Each would come out with a face of pain, as if they
did not like his sick little game.
And so it went, day to day,
With Uncle Michael raping away.
And in two months time he turned the boys gay.
He rarely becomes snow white anymore,
He’s content to be the seven boy’s whore.
So he’s dressed up a doll with a face so pale
To be snow white, awaiting the male,
The one who can free her from her accursed sleep.
But until this happens,
Not a Peep,
From the real Snow White.
Contentedly living with the seven boys,
Whose growth has been stunted
by their extreme joys.
thus keeping them at dwarf heights forever.
So they lived theirs lives
Happily ever After..
Until they died of AIDS ten yrs later.
Author notes
So...this is is Probably the nastiest thing i have ever written.. fairie tales rock!
oh...and if you didn't already guess..."Michael" is referring to Mr. Jackson :D
i have nothing against gay people...just pedophiles.
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Yes, not my best, or favorite. but it got the point across.
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*Twitch* Maybe I should something else of yours. Well written, if not disturbing and blunt.
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Very twisted indeed and very interesting reading!!!!! I really like this one.... I bit long for my taste, but it heal my attention!!!!!!! good luck on the contest!!
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lol, very disturbingly twisted. very good and a culature referance! that is just funny. Cause you can veiw this thing on more then one level. nicely done. thanks for entering.
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Just amazing....
I have to say this was so flippin twisted and petty sick...lol! I loved it! This is prolly the greatest poem on fairy tales I have ever read! Great write...omfg this just made my day! Good luck in the contest...you truly deserve to win this one! I'll prolly read this over and over again!
'He rarely becomes now white anymore,
He’s content to be the seven boy’s whore.'
...in this one thou...is now supposed to be snow?
it's like line 37 or 36 ^^
but great write...I'm impressed on how great it turned out!
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