"Your life is a fairytale
You never get to read
Sitting on Mama's knees
The whole time, you know
(in omnipotence)
The wolf is ahead
Grandma in her belly
'Don't go in there!' you shout
But with, in mind, the
Handsome woodsman, and his
Sharp, gut-hacking axe.

"No, the wolf is ahead
You won't see her coming
You wander on in bliss
Till pain takes you
Blind, blissful you
You cry for the woodsman
But all you get is a
MORAL of the STORY
Bitter and barely sweet
On the tongue."

PAGE EDITED AND REPLACED SATURDAY 8/11/12 TO A MORE READABLE VERSION.

Some of the below comments may no longer make sense since they were made on the original version.

Do any of you write and/or recite poetry?

I don't write or recite poetry, but I really don't get the bit about the woodsman being a woman in high-waisted pants....

@Diva It means that sometimes your savior is someone unexpected or not particularly romantic--so, and older social worker with questionable fashion, for example, instead of a handsome dude who sweeps you off your feet.

(it has been years since I attempted any poetry, forgive me readers)

I don't write poetry myself but I do love reading it. And I love the way the writing on the page looks... I'm glad for the text though. Beautiful, but unreadable.

Any comments before this one were made on the original, illegible and weirdly ended version of the page.

I write, but I'm too scared of people's opinions to recite, and you changed the ending. it's equally as good as the original, but I was confused for a minute when I came back to the page.

I've written some poetry before, but it's mostly things that only apply to me. But who knows? Someone else could get something out of them.