Once upon a time,
the story began,
In a far off land,
it continued,
A beautiful maiden, and a hansom, young prince were to marry.
The story's the same every time,
They kiss,
They marry,
And live happily ever after.
Why don't people write real stories,
Where bad things happen to good people,
Where people are ugly and fat,
And the villain always wins.
Once upon a time,
My story begins,
In some random street nearby,
A large, vulgar woman died,
Her purse was stolen and her arms were broken,
And its all because she lied.
This is a story of realistic manner,
This is a story I would read,
This is a novel, of death and anger,
Its the perfect story for me.
