Twisted Takes On Grimm's Girls

Extended Lymeric

Little Red

Let’s race through forest, leaves we’ll rile

Write to Grand Mother, flush with wile

Obtain gain; her violent sprawl:

Charming rug for our new crawl.

His gnashing smile does my heart rile.

Kyrielle

Handsome and Gret's Hell

“Let her stew in her blackened vat!”

“She’ll never fit; she’s far too fat!”

“Her cottage then we’ll set ablaze,

Her fat upon the walls will glaze.”

Shine like china, the house did gleam,

Haunting children inside a dream.

For she cooked a child each day,

Until two came by, small and gay.

She scooped them up and hurried in,

And locked them up, wry with a grin.

Fire she lit under their feet,

For soon their limbs were hers to eat.

Gret's foot struck the witch in the face.

Her fat ass had nothing to brace.

And as she fell the key did too,

The time for vengeance was now due.

Cinquain

Snow’s Apple

Rosy white—

A timely spite—

A bitch did intend me.

Huntsman had me against a tree.

Juicy red.

Limerick

Cinder's Fella

You’d think one night on the town is fair:

A girl to get out, let down her hair.

But the shoe did drop,

So far from my mop.

Poor Princey’s heart I happened to snare.