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
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
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
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