The story of Beauty's Beast
Once upon a time,
there was a prince in a castle,
spoiled by mother and father, he became quite the hassle,
the young he may be.
Then on one faithful eve
on his thirteenth birthday,
came a poor woman covered head to toe in ripped rags,
with a smell so strong it made the young prince gag.
She begged for shelter and some warm food,
but, alas, the prince wasn't in a giving mood.
Having never shared a thing in his life,
He didn't understand this poor woman's strife.
Not knowing any better he turned up his nose,
as most young spoiled children do.
Though this caused this old woman to to see him as quite shrew.
With a wave of her hand,
And some magic which no one could understand.
She revealed herself a witch,
one feared the most in all the land.
She cursed the prince with a horrible curse,
which made the prince look his absolute worse.
The beast of who he was inside was now for everyone to see,
For the view of this thirteen year old boy now made everyone flee.
But the curse didn't stop on him,
that would be to easy.
It cursed all his servants too,
even to their doggy.
They turned into tools and furniture,
To fill the castle forever more.
That is until the prince learns his lesson,
and gets a maiden to give him her love.
But what did a thirteen year old boy know of this,
He has never even been kissed.
So the reality of this tale, is not what it may have seemed,
Some poor young boy got cursed just as he entered his teens.
His servants too, though the hardly did a thing,
And yes, that is the story, of Beauty's young beast.
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