Ploy
L-ost in a meadow full of thorns,
I-re and pique grow like horns.
T-ake thy lady on tis' party,
T-alk little or succumbs to acrimony.
L-eather shoes with metal armor,
E-merge through puddle by tremor.
R-ide in thy beast of furry skin,
E-at ivy to survive akin---
D-rive through madness on tis' spin.
R-est assure or wake no feel.
I-cy whisper amongst a hill.
D-ock nor hold---Celebrate in bay.
I-chor smells like golden hay.
N-ettle pricks felony,
G-et along with anomaly.
H-ail whilst heartless leeches,
O-ld hag of diabolic witches.
O-h, little woman cloaks on red,
D-ance within thy poisonous bed.
H-ell, alas, thy mistress arrival,
A-las, queen awaits rival.
N-ow, the story starts its plea,
S-lid a cup of venomous tea.
E-ngulf pieces from toxic chips,
L-ace an ear like fingertips.
A-mbrosian fragrant for a poison,
N-ever taste thy liquid of destruction---
D-oe, run away from annihilation!
G-et in feet, missy of crimson,
R-oll thy mind and hide behind treason.
E-arliest visitor been she,
T-ape a mouth for he.
E-asy, break tis' teacups.
L-et an escapade on teatime never stops.
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Grimm Tales Redux - Pub-Verse Crossover Contest
Poetry[CLOSED] - Hello and Welcome to our Pub-Verse Crossover Contest!! This contest is presented to you by Poets Pub, @Storytellers-Saloon and @-flash-fiction-forum
