Once upon a time, there lived a lovely woman
Who was raised by an entire coven.
One day she fell in love
With a man who was like a dove.
Of his looks she didn't care.
She was never one to sit and stare
Because that attraction was never even there.
This man was a prince
With lots of common sense.
He too fell in love.
Was she sent from above.
Over asking her out he pondered.
Over to her, he finally sauntered.
"Will you be my girl?" he said as she twirled.
"Oh definitely yes!" she replied and felt blessed.
But then things got sour.
The Queen had too much power.
By the flick of a wand,
The prince was suddenly gone.
Leaving the woman all lonesome.
Then seven little dwarves she met.
"You are very nice I bet.
What is your name?" They asked with a smile.
"Snow White" she sad. "May I stay awhile?"
They had plenty of room so they agreed.
"I appreciate your great deed."
Snow said with great lead.
The Great Witch was jealous,
And was notoriously rebellious.
She convinced Snow White's Oma,
To put Snow in a coma.
Before her coma she said,
"I hope my lover isn't dead!"
"Who is this lover of yours?"
"By ancestry he's Norse, he rides a horse.
He was even a percussionist
In a couple of drum corps!"
The dwarves said "He seems well read!
Instead of talking, marry him instead!"
Just then Snow White fell,
Clearly from a casted spell.
The dwarves told the prince.
The news made him whince
At the thought of losing her.
So he grabbed his drum made with fur.
He ran into the night.
It was a beautiful sight!
He played his drum and spoke
Beautiful words and she woke.
Soon the two were wed.
For Alas! She was not dead.
Whether or not you think this story's true,
This tale is now through.