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Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Who is the fairest of us all?

 

Skin so delicate and fair

Blue eyes and long black hair

A good king, a good daughter

A wicked stepmother

 

One day full of gloom and dread

When The Wicked heard it said

"The Daughter is the fairest,

O' dear! You are second best!"

 

The Wicked was wild with jelousy

And begun plotting conspiracy

Getting rid of the fair lady

Was the wicked plan of the day

 

The Wicked called on her servant

The name was **** Cindy

Bribed her with riches women want

Promised her a gift of beauty

 

So **** Cindy and The Daughter

Went into the depth of the forest

**** Cindy has led the pretty girl

She surely must put her to death!

 

Our **** Cindy however

Found the girl a thing of beauty

**** Cindy's courage betrayed her

Excused herself and ran away

 

The pretty daughter was left alone

Terribly scared but still alive

Tears fell as she thought of home

Doubtful if she will ever survive

 

**** Cindy returned to the castle

Showing a heart of a roe deer

And served as a loyal vassal

To The Ever Wicked stepmother

 

So **** Cindy got rewarded

With unimaginable riches

Lasting beauty she was awarded

At last she got her wishes

 

At night our **** Cindy

Her riches, all she gathered

And then she vanished swiftly

Away from The Ever Wicked

 

Meanwhile the pretty daughter

Found a place to stay

That house was full of laughter

And the rest was history

 

Highly pleased now The Wicked

Turned again to the mirror

But her hopes became unsettled

After the unpleasant cheer

 

She must die! She must die!

Went The Wicked's awful cry

She became an old peasant

Killed the girl with a poison

 

And so the pretty daughter

Laid in the forest for days

The cute house lost its laughter

The Wicked went on her ways

 

The sad news reached the town

And to our **** Cindy

So she wore her sexiest gown

And started on her journey

 

Into the forest she went

Looking for that pretty girl

Her heart skipped and bent

Feeling that awesome thrill

 

**** Cindy found The Daughter

Lying on a wooden bed

"Thy beauty is oh, so rare!"

Was the thought inside her head

 

She could not help but wet her lips

Staring at the sleeping lady

She felt a tingle below her hips

And sensation inside her belly

 

They said no man can wake the girl

And maybe no man really can?

So **** Cindy kissed The Daughter

And so her passion has began

 

The kiss was oddly very awesome

And it stirred the sleeping girl

It brought a funny slurpy sound

Waking up The Royal Daughter

 

"Oh God! Oh my! Oh my!

Oh my beautiful princess!

Take my hand, come with me

Away from this very place!"

 

So **** Cindy and The Daughter

They ran away together

Across the land of nowhere

Where they lived happily ever after

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Who is the fairest of us all?

"Snow and Cindy are the fairest

O' dear! Now you're the third best!"

~THE END~

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maryanne-m
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Jan 11, 2013
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Author's Note: Just for laughs.

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