Literature
Fairytale Mythology
my words are magic beans that grow into a stalk
so, follow where I lead, let's take a little walk
past wolves that ain't nothing but huff & puff
you're running with the big dogs now & I just called your bluff
my house is made of stone, while you're wearing grandma's clothes
I mastered poetry and reinvented prose
with flows that topple foes and rescue damsels in distress
my cupboard's never bare, my porridge passes every test
impressed? distressed? afraid you've met your match?
I burn quick like candlesticks; too nimble for you to catch
so sing, "hey diddle diddle, this cat don't play no fiddle
but he still make music so sweet
that