The Plight of Snow White
Once upon a time
There was a lovely young girl
Attempting to find her place in the world
At home, her beauty and talent was ignored
Anything she did was disregarded and deplored
One fine day, she grabbed life round the neck
Stepping into it alone, rather than staying in that wreck
But her new path was not paved
And she soon enough ,she lost her way
Luckily for her, a cottage was not far
But when she arrived, conditions were subpar
There were seven little slobs that called themselves dwarves
Seeing no other option, she stayed as their slave
Poor Snow White
She never took, always gave
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