the sky couldn't even reach it.
i sat in baby Bear's chair
and drank porridge with Goldilocks.
i am so decent.
my oldest daughter is
Gretel and candy became the tears of my birth pains.
i am too strong.
i gazed upon the
ugly duckling and it transformed into a beautiful swan.
when my son was three i gave him a basket of cakes
and in return he gave me a hen that layed golden eggs.
that i couldn't do anything but laugh when every wolf nearby tried to
knock it down and blow it away.
i am so hilarious.
my bowels delivered a dish that ran away with the spoon.
the filings from my finger nails
on a trip down south i caught a cold and huffed and puffed.
i am so hip- that
Cinderella ain't fresh as I'm is.
i am so perfect, divine, ethereal, surreal
that I'm bigger then the baddest and badder then the biggest
i mean...that...i can jump over the moon
like the cow in
hey diddle diddle.
