For the WDC Birthday Bash, a couplet.
|Once there lived a pretty small girl
Whose stepmother was but a churl.
Her black hair was smooth as satin.
She had a beautiful fair skin.
Her stepmother was envious
And her actions were villanous.
One day she gave her an orange
Which was of a color bit strange.
A doubt struck her and she threw it.
Hurling the orange in a pit.
The witch stepmother came to know
And she wanted a deadly show.
So she cooked a poisonous broth
Which was sizzling and full of froth.
She served it with a spatula.
She hunted her like a cheetah.
All her wild attempts fizzled out
When suspicion made Alice flout.
Pouring it under a willow tree,
The clever girl wanted to flee.
She followed a footprint and ran
And a new adventure began.
At night she found a dark, queer cave
From which a music made her rave.
A group of elves resided there.
Her joy and pain they used to share.
One day a handsome prince arrived.
All her glee he gladly revived.
He took her in a trolley car,
She lived like the wife of a czar.
SHOW US YOUR INVENTIVENESS
Odd as it seems these are the gifts given this year, but, what are their stories? How do they relate to WDC?
You must use at least 6 of these 12 items in a short story or poem to honour WDC's 12th Birthday.
1 A footprint 2 A closet 3- A spatula 4- A group of elves 5- An orange
6- A trolley car 7- A willow tree 8- A haunted pen (plumed) 9- A desert palace
10- A manuscript