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She Just Wanted a Cool Cape


She looked in the mirror with a sour face

No one could understand why she was doing it in this place

In front of the mirror that hung on the wall

That told her that her face was not the fairest of all

 

She didn't really care for how fair she looked

It didn't matter, her evil gigs were already booked

What she really meant to ask the cracked mirror fixed with tape

Was ," Can I also have a really cool cape?"

 

The mirror said no, only Snow White could have one so nice

For she was the only one in this medieval time whose head had no lice

The Evil Queen cried and she sobbed and she fell

Because the answer the mirror had given was her equivalent to hell

 

She just wanted a cool cape like the one Snow White had

Was it so evil of her, was it so bad?

So she stayed up all night and worked on her cape, it was black

She showed it to the Mirror so proud of of her work, and he said it's disgusting take it back

 

She wept and she dreamt and she cried

Her soul had come alive just to sense happiness then died

She really needed to get her hands on something beautiful like what Snow had

She really wanted something like that, really really bad

 

Aha! She had an idea and she could carry it out 

All she had to do was look like she had gout

She ventured beyond the castle with Snow's favorite in hand 

Until she stumbled upon a cottage on a small patch of land

 

She knocked on the door and crooned in an ancient voice

," Open the door child, I want to give you a choice,"

So stupidly naive Snow stopped her chore

She fixed her hair, and opened a door

 

Snow saw the most ancient woman holding a basket

and Snow thought (She looks like she belongs dead and inside of a casket!)

But Snow was too polite to say so, she said ," Come in and warm up in front of the fire,"

," You look most cold and surely most tired,"

 

The old woman cackled and hooted and refused to go in

and the Evil Queen thought," This Snow White is really quite dim,"

She said ," Dear child, I want nothing but your ca-, I mean, choice."

" Apple green or apple red," which made Snow make a pleasingly startled kind of noise

 

Snow said," Red, please, my dear stranger," and she took the apple from the crone's wrinled hand

and she said ," I love red apples as you can understand."

The queen thought ( SHUT UP AND EAT THE APPLE!) while she waited in the wrinkled skin

And as Snow finally took a bite the Queen could not contain what she was feeling within

 

" I have your cape now, it's all mine!" and she felt a musical number playing in her head

One for the situation with dramatic swings and a good bassline, but the Queen was too exhausted so she went to bed.

She slept like a child for the first time in ages

and when she awoke she wrote in her diary on lots of pages

 

"I HAVE THE CAPE," over and over again

She started with page one and ended with 110

But she was happy for the first time in her life

Much happier than when she was that stupid king's wife

 

But no one understood this motive she had 

And because she poisoned Snow the kingdom was very much mad

So she ran and she hid and she ran and she hid and she ran

Until she ran into a man

 

The man happened to be Snow's new hubby

He looked a little chubby

He also looked a lot mad

Like really mad and really bad

 

"Hey aren't you the crone who tried to poison my wife?"

his voice boomed, and the Queen felt scared for her life

" It was definitely you, I'd know you anywhere,

From your evil, disgusting smirk, to your black snaky hair."

 

He brought out his sword a long one at that 

And he put hand on his head and pulled off his hat

He plunged the sword in to her body

and as she breathed her last, she said between gasps," I am really sorry."

 

" But your wife is really stupid she opened the door to a stranger and she took food from me,"

The prince boomed," Take that back you witch, or I will kill you, just my sword and me"

The witch just laughed," My, my, you're even more stupid, I'm already dying,

So I might not evade you in this conversation or engage in lying."

 

So she told him the truth and he listened very close

And he was given the truth dose by dose

When he walked back home, as an excited person-like shape

He sat down and told Snow," She just wanted a cool cape."

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