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The Crumpled Rumple


Rumplestiltskin was his name

why does he have a twisted game

why would he want her unborn child

she guessed his name and he went wild

 

lets explore this mans backround 

for you will no longer have to ask around

he lived in the woods 2 miles south

a little german village, I hear by word of mouth

 

the palace was very close

you could see it in sight 

for the king, he was rotten

scum filled with all his might 

 

rumple, as they called him 

hated the king

he treated him so badly

but nobody had seen

 

their dads were best friends

they grew up together

but once he turned to king

he was treated like imitation leather 

 

for rumple was lonely

he dreaded it so

then he saw the millers daughter 

they were forcing her to spin gold

 

one thing stuck out

the conditions and terms

he hear if she spin straw into gold

the king would be hers

 

he turned and he flipped

gold paint on his hip

by morning rise

they were full of surprise

 

rumple wanted revenge

for the kings selfish ways

he knew how to get him

he shall burst in flames

 

it would benefit him not once, but twice

the king shall surely pay his price

rumple would be lonely no longer

his emptyness shall not grow stronger

 

he mentioned this incredible deal

he will get her unborn child, and he shall spin the wheel

she agreed not knowing she would ever be queen

his face had brighted, he was so mean

 

time passed by he was very happy

killing two birds with one stone 

this feeling made him so sappy

 

he couldn't wait

the baby was born

she took the bait

for she had sworn

 

he arrived at the palace

all she could do was shake

GIVE ME THE BABY

THIS IS HIS FATE

 

she wouldn't budge

she felt so ashame

you have three chances

to guess my name

 

she thought long, she searched far

one guess, two guess, the third bizarre

 

he couldn't be more glad

it would be his soon

she made him MAD 

when the last guess was true

 

he died that day from a broken heart

this feeling so strong just tore him apart

they say this sadness tore him in two

this right here is not something you knew

 

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