Beauty and the Rose?!
Once upon a time there was a young girl named Belle.
She was none of the ordinary and was quite swell.
As Belle walked her way through the woods,
Belle than seen something that resembled rosewood.
A dark cloud was hovering over the nearby castle,
A Rose that would look amazing on her little tassel.
Something was lurking in the shadows that just looked unreal,
It was huge and yelled so big it made little Belle Squeal.
The Beast came out shouting that sounded as a foreign,
She saw an open vase that her body wanted to pour in.
The beast wouldn't let her pick from the rose bush,
Belle thought of creating a sudden scary ambush.
The rose resembled her mothers red blushed cheeks,
Without this flower her life would be an incomplete peak.
Belle began to fight with no weapons to throw,
Soon as she snatched the rose she knew to go.
Belle's mother was laying somewhere old and cold.
Everytime Belle would visit it smelled of mold.
If her mother was not underground,
Belle could give her the little rose crown.
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