Housewife or a Life Outside?

Lips as red as rose,

skin as white as snow.

Yes, you know my fairytale

but not today for I plan be free.

No "Wicked Queen" for she has been convicted

of a greater infliction that caused me a sicken grief.

Snow white no longer for  I need no male.

Today I wouldn't flail my arms,

to no avail.

Paradise or to my own devise?

I plan a change in my folktale for seven dwarfs are a bore

for all they do is snore and a prince who is in need of breath mints

who fills my time with dumb songs.

Instead after some thoughtful consideration I decide

to leave my homestead.

Snow has no time to be in a castle for all

cleaning is just a pure hassle.

Adios !