Not a True Love's Kiss
Ever since Aurora was young,
She knew she was a little queer.
She was so confused,
That she shed a tear.
She couldn’t wait for her 16th birthday,
So, she could sleep her gay rage away.
She was hoping she would never wake up from her deep sleep
But of course, Prince Phillip placed a kiss upon her sweet lesbian lips.
Causing her to wake
Causing her to live
an unwanted, homophobic life.
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