These thoughts trying to make space in my head,
New ideas coming alive, the old ones dead.
They flutter about, leaving trails,
They start to load up, buckets and pails.
And then they mix-up, and I'm confused,
That lightbulb idea? Well now, it's fused.
Like when the Little Mermaid was cursed by Cruella De Vil,
And Cinderella was locked up, by Mother Gothel.
When Peter Pan ate, the poisonous apple,
When the Big Bad Wolf ate Hansel and Gretel.
The bread crumbs left by dashing Aladdin,
The dazzling glass slipper that Arora put her foot in.
See what I mean? It's all intertwined,
These old fairy tales boggled up in my mind.
Be the Shreck to my Snow White, the Flynn to my Maleficent,
Oops, wait, I did it again, that's not what I meant...
Don't you just love the story of little red riding hood and how she was rescued by Kristoff and his trusty white stallion??
~!~Ana
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