Gingerbread Girl

Once, in a world of the undead There thrived a famous maiden She was named Olivia Gingerbread, Upon her red crown she wore braids Her hair was made of cookie dough And wherever in the town she would go, Fairy folks joked that she was humbly sweet And she looked yummy enough to eat Everyone liked that lovely smile They saw her hike for endless miles To help flesh-and-blood friends in need With heaps of oven-fresh food to feed The dear girl always baked warm, tasty treats, Pastries, brownies, golden cakes and gingerbread For the poor thrown out by the Earl into the cold streets And an old widow who lived at a nearby farmstead One day a silver-tongued professor from the big city Boldly asked young Olivia if she was a genuine lass Or a sugarcoated muffin, dressed up for him all pretty, She said his insufferable question was ignorant and crass In a wild huff the scorned bedfellow raised his arm, Firing a round of arrows into the child’s head and back But nothing could erase her uncommonly inspiring charm, Not even after this most mournful, groundless attack Livvie stared into the madman’s frozen eyes Then choked him tighter around his hairy neck When she awoke she got a delightful surprise, Still alive, she pinched her rosy hand to check Olivia took stock of her sentient rebirth, In prayer on the burial land of an ancient church Where she died standing upon sacred earth, As her slayer was tried, hanged on a perch (c) 12/17/01 SmSI know this isn't my best work, but it's just something that came to mind and I love gingerbread! :) Written February 1st, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 06:15 AM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz   0 • 8 • 1