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Happiest, After Happily Ever After


Kind, sympathetic, understanding, gentle

This description was detrimental

Because Snow White did not hope to be “fairest of them all”

She just wanted to show women aren’t behind the eight ball

 

Each day she did sing at her wishing well

Only because it was proving to be hard to sell

She hoped to advertise with a simple tune

But that would prove to go over like a lead balloon

 

One day a customer at the well arrived

He told Snow White to look more alive

“I’ll save you” he promised in a cocky tone

But Snow just wanted to be left alone

 

“Do you want to do business or not “ she asked

He just smirked and looked relaxed

She explained how she’d built it all on her own

“Oh really” he taunted “but you’re just skin and bone”

 

“Do you want to buy it?” she asked one last time

“I’m the prince charming” he arrogantly replied

“You imply I can’t be an architect or engineer” she said

“But I already have my degree, I’m light years ahead”

 

Snow White knew he was only focused on looks

She knew every trick in this shallow boy’s book

He’d already begged at the well many times before

He had a pretty face but he was rotten to the core

 

By this point Snow had already put people pleasing in the past

She was finally happy at long last

No more cooking or cleaning for seven dependent dwarves

She’d decided to open a new door

 

The prince believed his kiss has saved

Snow White from taking her place in a grave

But really the poor girl had just been so exhausted

And when his lips touched hers she was thoroughly disgusted

 

At that moment she knew her nap was over

That strange man was not her lover

So she moved to the most prestigious university

Where she learned calculus, physics and biodiversity

 

Today she continues to build wells, sheds, houses and more

Her shop is set up right outside her back door

If you’re looking for a new habitat be sure to stop by

But if you’re looking for a dainty princess, well that’s a far cry


 

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