Mirror Mirror on the wall
came the vain haggard crackling call
of the green evil eyed sclerotic dame
I know how I will spread my fame
she thought with glancing evil eyes
and unremitting slander
toward all she viewed as competition
to eliminate any distraction
from her prey. I know how to capture
his heart forever, I shall slander
so wide and far the younger
they will want to lock her up in a dungeon
and we can move to ShangriLa
and I will never have to hear her call
He will be all my own
and we will live in our own home
He will disgust her just you see
then I can have him all for me.
The slithery corruption of her botox
injected aligator skin shone
under the pancake gloss of make up
that made up a personna appealing
and when she died the aligator
came back and attacked her from
inside her heart so full of bile and envy.
All that was left was a coffin of italian meatball gravy.