From Wolf to Peter Pan

Whatever happened?

You know the answer...

To tell the truth, you deny.

How did it really end?

I shall whisper it...

The children need not know.

Goldilocks, well...

Is not so little, no more,

Stuffed on others treats,

She is now obese.

Three little pigs, well...

Have learnt from mistakes,

Housing kingpins, self made,

Built on bond frauds,

Cheap materials and labour.

Georgie Porgie, well...

He found he lived a lie,

Found him a boy,

Settled happily down,

And richly, did they live.

Snow White, well...

Self proclaimed nympho,

Divorced mother of two,

Once you have had seven,

One is never enough.

Little Red Riding Hood, well...

Stripped all of red,

Works the streets,

Doing all sorts of tricks.

Peter Pan, well...

Went home, did grow old,

Boring, grumpy fart,

Spends Hooks treasure,

In seedy, filthy Bangkok.

Rapunzel, well...

Deppression addict,

No more hair, self doubt,

Shrinks dream, 

Lost on all account.

Now, now, why upset?

What did you expect?

Pucker up, the best...

Is yet to come!

Wolf, yes Wolf, well...

He did eventually repent,

Embraced the cloth,

Begun anew, led his flock,

...

And screwed them too.

Really whatever did you expect?