for now please imagine generic
     fairy tale characters
     analogous if you will
to possessing physical, livingsocial,
     and three dimensional
     corporeal form (at least until
the end of this poem), and compared
     to computer generated imagery

     makes this request rill
lee not that impossible,
     far-fetched, or difficult,
     and most likely already
     a done deal, hence nill,
null, and void might
     stop the average
     Joe, Jack or Jill

dead in their poetic iambic feet,
but would defeat
     the purpose i.e, ****
and bring to abrupt violent end
my (very questionable)
     "FAKE" purpose plus,
     disallow me to distill
crazy literary whim of mine swill

culled via injecting
     lifelike characteristics
     into morality tale creations,
     perhaps first heard
     as nursery rhymes, drill
ling moral, perchance told
     to your own chill
**** in tandem

     with Cain and Able
by the likes of
     Aesop, Brothers Grimm,
     or Greco-Roman myths assume
Chicken Little, Casandra, and the Boy
     Who Cried Wolf maybe
     owned reason sound ding doom
and gloom alarm, and ignored

     at their own peril,
     when subsequent "FAKE" fume
issued turned out to be bigly,
     yuge fire and fury
     actual threat didst loom
     (way before Trump
     coopted those elicit terms),
and truly aye wonder

     no lawyer got
     called for said room
errs, which revision would
     make them more apropos
     for today and tomb
morrow, when generations

     of future boys and girls,
     yet tubby conceived
     in the womb
hence law suits would result
     into bajillion dollars
     costs would zoom.