Oh, Ho White was not a virgin

she slept with every young prince

knew all the tricks of the trade

the men lusted after every creamy inch.

The Queen found out and was furious

because Ho White was the fairest

in the land, prettier than the Queen

she banished Ho White to the forest.

Told the huntsman to bring back her heart

after he, also, slept with the fair maiden,

he didn’t have the will to end her life

so he put a plump pig’s heart in a box, laden

Took it to the Queen who chortled

shaking her rolls of fat like grape jellies

realizing she was the fairest because

she made sure the other maidens’ bellies

were either dead or locked in towers

where they smelled and couldn’t take showers.

Ho White came to a little cottage

and found seven little dwarfs residing

named Storm, Thorn, Lance, Stud, Manfred,

Big Boy and Bud, all there abiding.

Luckily, although they were little in stature,

they were not little where it counted –

in fact, their unmentionables were huge

she couldn’t believe the size when they mounted.

She tried one out each day of the week

and sometimes, she had threesomes or more

she was so naughty and having a great time.

Queen found out, sent a poison apple to her door

Ho White ate the fruit and fell in a coma

only a prince could awaken her.

One day, a fair prince who had known

her in the past, saw her and asked “Whatzup?”

He remembered she was a good romp in the hay

so rubbed her body sensually with oil

she began to tingle and moan, “Oh, oh! more!”

and he did and she did and their blood began to boil.

And he swooped her up on his princely white horse

took her back to palace bed where she remained

deliriously romping with the Prince day and night

Happily Ever After! For it was all preordained!

Once upon a desolate night, 

   a woman looked at her boy in fright.

He had grown into a man,

   and now he had a few demands.

He held his knife up to the fire, 

   far from ready to retire.

"You've made my life a living hell, 

   now you'll be burning there as well."

She let out a broken sob. 

   Why did she call him a slob?

Her mind went back through all his years 

   that she refused to heed his tears.

"Please have mercy on your old mum! 

   I didn't ever think you a bum."

He stood and walked to where she sat 

   while slowly taking off his hat.

She winced when gazing on his face. 

   She had made him a disgrace.

Did she really hurt him bad? 

   It was obvious she had.

"You don't know what mercy is! 

   You never taught me to forgive."

She cringed as he brought down the knife. 

   He was going to take her life!

"It's never too late to learn anew. 

   Put that down and I'll teach you!"

He threw his head back with a laugh. 

   She had not swayed him by half.

"Wench, you couldn't teach a dog! 

   Around my mind you've left a fog."

The knife flashed evil in the light. 

   She wept and shut her eyes so tight.

"Boy, can't you give one chance? 

   Look at me, just take a glance!

I am already old and broken. 

   Too weak and small for the words you've spoken."

She cringed as he let out a roar. 

   "What about me, you evil whore?

I was but a little tike 

   when you told me to take a hike! 

Wanted me out so you could fuck 

   that horrible man who drove a truck!

Sent me off all on my own. 

   Said better be dark 'fore I came home.

Morning came and you weren't up, 

   on spoiled food was forced to sup.

I tried to wake you from the dead, 

   a frying pan came down on my head!

You see I've no hair on my crown? 

   In boiling water you tried to drown!

My face no maid will ever love, 

   because into the fire I once was shoved!

Now you want me to be nice? 

   You've had chances, first, second, and thrice!"

With one swift stroke he cut her wide.

   Ignored the pitiful tears she cried.

"The good Lord won't forgive this act!"

 "The good Lord's gone and that's a fact!"

He slashed again and took her nose, 

   deftly side stepping her throes.

"Please don't kill me, I'll be good!"

"I'd consider it if you ever would!"

Blood flowed free as he opened her face.

   Just like him she was a disgrace.

"The pain is so bad, I just can't bear!" 

"Well then give me back all of my hair!"

He was merciless and wouldn't give in.

   Across his face a satisfied grin.

When finally he couldn't recognize, 

   the bitch who'd raised him to terrorize.

He stopped just short of taking her life.

   Slowly he put down the knife.

"The fire inside I cannot douse.

   You'll continue to live in this old house.

Without forgiveness I'll be out there. 

   Don't you forget, don't even dare!

And if it so happens that you do, 

   I'll be back to remind you."

When he left, he felt no guilt. 

   She was only getting what she'd built.

The moral of my story is, 

   you guessed it, don't hurt your kids.

 Once again, I swear I'm not a psychopath.

      Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little princess named Jane.  She had spiraled locks of golden hair and eyes as blue as the bluest topaz.  She lived in a giant red castle in a beautiful suburb called Whispering Pines, and her mommy and daddy were very, very handsome and wealthy.  

        Every day, Janeʼs nanny packed her a lunch for school with avocado and tuna sushi, carrot sticks, and a feta and spinach salad, just as her mother requested, and sent little Jane on her way with a kiss on the nose.  Janeʼs mother was very busy with yoga in the mornings, and Janeʼs father was away for business, so little Jane walked to school along the trail in the woods behind her neighborhood all alone. This trail was full of giant pine trees and sweet singing birds, and all of the townspeople traveled along the windy path jogging and walking their dogs.

        One day in particular was very special, and Jane was excited!  After school let out, she and her mother were going into the city for Janeʼs beauty pageant.  Jane had porcelain skin like a doll and her mommy loved to dress her up in big ruffled dresses.  Janeʼs mommy would draw on her eyes with pencils, dust her cheeks with sparkling powder, and spritz her with Chanel No.5 so that everyone would know how pretty she was.  

        After the pageants, Jane and her mommy spent hours and hours signing pictures of her to give to her fans and friends, blowing kisses and dancing to make them coo in delight.  Janeʼs mommy would upload videos and pictures of Jane modeling her pretty dresses and swimsuits on YouTube and Facebook, and all of her followers would like and comment on them. They would all tell her how much they loved her and how proud they were of her for being such a beautiful girl, and even though Jane was only small and eight years old, she knew she was wonderful, and her beauty would take her anywhere she wanted to go when she grew up.

On this day, pretty little Jane gathered her school books, kissed her nanny goodbye, and skipped out the door, feeling especially vibrant and happy. Her forest green and lacy white school uniform was extra pressed, and her bouncy golden hair was even springier than normal. She had a big sparkly bow to match her shiny black shoes, and a pretty backpack with flowers and J-A-N-E embroidered delicately into it.

She hopped through the forest like a happy little blue jay, singing to herself the song her mother always sang at bedtime…

“Today is your day, you're sure to win!

You're the prettiest of them all.

Your tummy in tight.

Your smile so bright.

And your waist is teensy and small!"

Just then, Jane heard a big thump!

She stopped and listened for a moment, then saw a little brown bunny with a fluffy white tail scamper across the concrete trail.

Oh, it's'just a silly bunny, she thought to herself, and kept along her way, singing and hopping and hopping and singing.

"You've got hair of gold.

Perfect soft skin.

And big pearly whites all in a row!"

Once again, Jane heard a big thump coming from the forest. She was sure there was another bunny, so she tiptoed towards the trees, quiet as a mouse.

Just as Jane reached the edge of the pathway, she saw a very tall man with large black glasses and a brown jacket standing just behind the tree line.

At first, he startled Jane and she began to run away. But the man said her name.

"Jane! Hi, Jane!"

Jane stopped running and turned around, still a little shy. She was very curious how he knew her name. Maybe he was one of her fans!

"Hi mister," said Jane, walking back over to where the man stood, "are you one of my fans?"

The man smiled very big, showing the nice dimples in his cheeks. "I am!" Jane thought he seemed very excited that she recognized him. "Iʼm your biggest fan!"

"Oh! Thatʼs nice. I almost thought you were a stranger," replied Jane, feeling much more at ease now that she knew she didnʼt have to be afraid. "Are you here to wish me luck for my big pageant tonight? My mommy picked my dress. Itʼs very beautiful, but Iʼm not sure I like it. I think Iʼd like one with many more ruffles."

"No, Iʼm not a stranger at all, Jane. As a matter of fact, your mom asked me to pick you up today to help you get ready for your big night. If youʼd like, we can skip school today and go to my house. I have many very beautiful dresses for you to try, all with more ruffles than you've ever seen in your life. If one fits, you can have it." The man smiled kindly at Jane as he offered his help, and Jane knew he must be very nice.

"Okay, sir. Should I tell my nanny where I'll be so she can write a school note?" Jane was a little worried about school. Her mommy never let her miss school for a pageant unless they were going to one in another city. She wasnʼt usually allowed to use sick days so that she could save up time for regional competitions.

"Oh, no. Your nanny already called. We can just go straight to my house!" The man was very happy to go, so Jane clapped her hands and squealed! She loved new dresses, and she knew she would look very beautiful with so many ruffles.

The man took Janeʼs hand and led her through the trees to his shiny red car. He asked her to sit in the back seat and buckled her in. Once he started the car, he gave Jane a lollipop! Janeʼs mother never let her have candy because it had too much sugar, and sugar will make you fat. Jane was very happy, but she knew she must keep this secret.

"Thank you, mister…," Jane suddenly realized she hadn't'even asked his name and felt very rude. "I'm'sorry sir, I haven't'even asked your name. I feel very rude."

"That's'okay, Jane," he was very sweet even though she had been so careless, "my name is Mr. Wolf. Do you like your sucker?"

Jane felt relieved he wasn't'angry and giddily answered, "Oh yes! I can't'tell my mommy, though. Maybe I shouldn't'have this, after all."

"I've already asked your mother, dear," he eagerly reassured her, grinning at her in the rear view mirror, "she said you deserve a lollipop for being such a stunningly beautiful little girl."

Jane smiled back at him and unwrapped her candy. It was cherry! Cherry was her very favorite. She was so happy!

During the ride to his house, Mr. Wolf asked Jane lots of questions. He asked her what her favorite color was and what her favorite food to eat was, and he even asked her if sheʼd ever kissed a boy before.

Jane thought he was very silly, so she made a yucky face and said, "Eww, no sir! Boys are gross." Mr. Wolf laughed heartily at Janeʼs squinty face and told her that one day she would love to kiss boys, so Jane made a gagging sound and giggled very hard. She knew he was only joking! How very funny he was!

When she arrived at Mr. Wolfʼs house, he showed her inside. It was a small castle, but he had lots of toys and makeup and at least twenty ruffled dresses! Jane thought his house was even better than hers, and she was so happy her mommy sent him to fetch her.

Jane played for hours with all the wonderful dress-ups. She drew on her own eyelids with pencils and even dusted her own cheeks with sparkly powder, just like her mommy showed her how to do. She made herself so beautiful, and Mr. Wolf told her again and again that she was the prettiest little princess heʼd ever seen.

Mr. Wolf was very pleased and asked Jane to model the ruffled dresses for him. She knew just how to walk and pose, so she did, and he took lots of pictures that the camera could print all by itself like magic! He showed her all of the pictures heʼd taken of other little models like Jane, and he told her she was the prettiest of them all.

Many hours went by while they were having so much fun, and suddenly Jane realized it must be time for her pageant! Her mommy would be very angry if she missed it!

"Mr. Wolf," Jane asked, "is it time to go to my show yet? My mother must be waiting, and she will be angry if Iʼm late."

"Oh, Jane," Mr. Wolf seemed very sad, and stared into Janeʼs eyes, "your mother has been in a terrible accident and died. You are going to stay with me now."

Jane cried for a very long time. She was the saddest sheʼd ever been in her whole life, but Mr. Wolf hugged her sweetly and kissed her forehead to make her feel better.

"Itʼs okay, Jane," he told her, "you can play dress up any time youʼd like here. You donʼt even have to go to school. You can just be pretty, and we'll play and take pictures and make movies. You will be a movie star, Jane!”

So Jane did. She played all day long, making movies and taking pictures, and he and Jane even had two little twin princesses of their own when Jane was fourteen. Jane dressed them in beautiful ruffled dresses and drew on their big topaz blue eyes and dusted their faces with sparkly powder, and they all lived happily ever after as the prettiest little girls in Mr. Wolfʼs castle.

Teach a child that her worth resides only upon the surface of her skin, and you will inevitably rob her of the freedom to understand what lies beneath.

There once was a boy named Greg

He danced with only one leg

He played jacks and cards and raced his cars

And on weekends he had to beg

His father, he had no job

And was often in a drunken fog

He held a sign on the streets and asked for treats

While Greg looked sad with his dog

Greg's sister, her name was Beth

She stayed swaddled to her mummys breast

She was only a doll but no one ever saw

That her eyes were glassy like death

Now I'm sure if you saw them you'd pass

And say something to make yourself sound like an ass

But while you're judging Greg's dad and his mum and his dog

And you assume Greg's dad lives in a drunken fog

You hope his mum breastfeeds her doll

You should know that Greg goes hungry to bed

And cries 'cause he can't itch his phantom leg

While you're comfy at home wrapped up in your shawl.

It soaked deep within those thighs, the seduction of a woman falls apart, with the dirt and smelt around the pour.

Dime the lights for I only see you as the beast who sucks its prey after the bite on the neck, don't remind me of my past, off the lights. Slowly your hands hurts with your eyes hungry for a kill but not today, - the little girl reading from a book.

That's all for today class hope to see you for the session tomorrow, there again the book left its scare on her right hand, the reality was written. She would tell herself this story all day looking at the scare he created. Never would she have loved a man who comes with fanatic intentions but that I cannot tell until I try. You toll with me and hit me against my chest, your lips are watery for the soaked thighs, nooo!!! I would not give you this one.

Let your mind play games with you as I look upon my life, telling my story to a class that is empty, my life is a dug pit daily I sink but reminding myself of how I let you in.

The way you took me in whilst it rained gave me a reason to pay you back when the need be, the fancy house, beautiful cars and me the naughty maid who was me.

Hello!! Students welcome, let's pick up from where we left yesterday.

His chest would turn any woman on and that body so athletic, I couldn't wait to tear off those clothes as I watched him undress. I reminisced even while he was in front of me partly naked, his arms so big he could place me right where he wanted and I had no control, looking at this thighs I could imagine what was between his legs and how it would tip me off to sleep, how nice, he is all shaved and big now I want him, but "am just a girl" I would say and in response he would say "It's gonna be fun", the side cuddle wasn't all my favorite but he made me love it, light out and the day is gone, I would hold on to my pillow with little tears of pleasure dropping down my eyes while I enjoyed every bit of him in me. I could feel each vein and the cap is super huge. This is getting to sexual students it time to go home.

Who is he? The question popped from the imaginary student and with a smile she responded "The Stranger".

-Rubenkells-