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Candy House


Once upon a time there was house.

An extraordinary house made of desserts

and inside lived a witch with the face of a mouse.

At least that's what Hansel and Gretel used to blurt.

 

They were mean children and were never fair.

They snickered and began to say,

“Let’s go to the witch’s house and give her a scare!”

and off they ran that way.

 

They ran to her home and pounded the door.

They sneered and began to say,

“Help! We’re lost and it’s going to pour!”

Then the door opened to their prey.

 

A young woman stood at the doorway,

she frowned and looked quite worried,

“Oh come in! The sky is such a menacing gray!”

And they shuffled in the house that looked very boring.

 

The children stood in the kind woman’s home and looked about.

It was well decorated, simple, and very lovely,

but then they began to shout,

“Oh please don’t eat us! We’re not very yummy!”

 

She stared at them in dismay and said

“Children please don’t be afraid!

Be happy, there’s nothing to dread!

Just sit here, there’s dinner to be made!”

 

The children were sent to the other room

and they executed their horrible plan.

The children rained down doom

as they analyzed the place and quickly began.

 

They bagged the silver and snatched her vases,

the children ripped the pillows and drew on the walls,

all while having an evil grin on their faces.

They peeked into the kitchen and hid their haul.

 

She was cooking and water was boiling,

but the children chuckled and cried,

“Please don’t put us in that pot you’re holding!”

She put a plate down and on her face a smile was applied.

 

A beautiful dinner was being set on the table

and Hansel and Gretel quickly sat down.

The sweet woman said “Please only eat what you’re able.”

They tasted the food and each smiled like a clown.

 

The kind woman made them a fantastic feast!

The children quickly gobbled it all and felt ashamed.

The kind woman didn’t deserve to be treated as a beast,

but the woman understood and never complained.

 

“Please don’t steal because you know it’s wrong,”

she said while placing the silver and vases on the table.

“Learn to be kind because that’ll make you strong.”

And the children agreed and left very grateful.

 

They told their story and it spread all through town,

Hansel and Gretel became happier people,

When they saw a frown they flipped it upside down,

All thanks to the young woman who was never evil.

 
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