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Dec 2015
Snow White is in the kitchen making cakes

Cinderella tells her to make haste

for the witch is coming soon

she comes from the west she cries

this time surely she must die



So together they pick the biggest ***

then the fill it with oil to the top

then with tender hands on the stove they plop

but they don't just want to singe the *****

they want to burn this horrid evil witch



As the oil does come to boiling point

they plan the demise of the witch, joint

with oven on at full heat

they draw up their plan complete

so her horrid visitations will cease



That evening the witch did appear

Cinders and Snow held their fears

then as planned it went ahead

for they wanted that witch truly dead

so from the window they pored upon her head


The witch did scream as she fried

like Kentucky fried chicken she did die

and all that was left of the wicked old witch

was the cloak smelling of cat ****

and her hat and her broomstick



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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