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(Twistfate contest poem) Are we really that bad?

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Charlemagne1

Published: Mar 9, 2016

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Are we really that bad?
For Twist Fate Contest 2016
By Charlene

Am I really the villain? I gave Ariel a choice!
She had every opportunity to not give up her voice!
Yet when our fair agreement went up in smoke and failed.
She got upset,
Took her true love and left,
On a ship that then got me impaled!

Oh, you think I’m the villain? I’m the one at fault?
At least I’m not running around leading a 12 men cult!
Snow White was going to take everything I had!
So as the Queen,
To preserve my regime,
I stopped her, am I really that bad?

I always take delight on every special occasion.
So I was furious when I wasn’t invited to Aurora’s celebration.
Those people need a lesson on common curtesy!
So after the spindle pricked her thumb,
And the damage was done,
I’m sure next time they’ll invite me!

People poach wild animals often enough.
Yet when I do it to dogs everyone makes a big fuss!
Why can’t they understand that this is my passion?
But it’s me they hate.
And constantly berate.
All because of my sense of fashion!

So maybe we messed up a few times or two,
But does that make us evil? We don’t think it true!
Please, before you judge, take a second glance.
You’ll see that we’re good.
We’re just misunderstood.
And maybe you’ll give us a chance!

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