The Musings of a Wicked Step-Mother

Such awful bad luck!

Disaster has struck

and ruined my plan.

I could hit someone.

I'd walked by the chapel

and picked a red apple,

the poison I made

without any aid.

I left it on the table

until I was able

to give it to that bitty

who thinks she's so pretty.

Being busy with my plot

I may have forgot

that now is prime

apple-picking time.

Bench, basket or chair,

there are apples everywhere. 

On the table there are nine -

but which one is mine?

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Featured: An embroidered

castle where everything is possible.