A long time ago you may have heard on the news Of a Belle with a pet who mews A Belle with nice eyes But hair surrounded with flies A Belle always with her head in a book Even if she was in a nook A Belle with an inventor for a father Though he (unfortunately) refused to lather A Belle who loved her cat But at whom others would scream SCAT! A Belle with admirers lined up behind Of her beauty they remind A foolish father she had He was always doing bad Murder was too easy He really was quite sleazy On his daily list of activities to do Shove the baker down the loo! Our darling, little Belle Thought of it below hell One day father Belle Went down to the garden well Where he found the ugly thing that mews The cat glared and spilled the news A rose with light rays Will kill your daughter in twenty days Father sunk to the ground in shock Trying to imagine life under a rock As she was his whole world

And without her, it would fold He kept her indoors But it gave her mental sores She loved the outside So she had to go out and hide Against his will each day Father could not say Why she was always inside And so he convincingly lied Saying she had chicken pox And had sadly cut off all her locks When ten days were done Father got an order from a merchants son To deliver he could not leave Belle So she must go with him to sell They travelled a long way To a forest where wild dogs lay Waiting to escort Father and Belle To where their master dwell Awaiting the arrival of a large vase Where his precious rose would last for days When Father and Belle walked inside What did they find? A large red rose with light rays That lit up the house with a red haze This precious rose you see Has come to me, For it needed safekeeping From the dirty sweeping Said the Merchants son Once he was done

Preparing the cage where The Merchants son would tear Fathers solid heart, Where he would forever part With his beautiful daughter Belle While he rotted in hell When Father realized he was to die He realized it was it was time to fly Why kill me? he desperately screamed, When you can keep my daughter for whatever you may need! NO! Belle cried, There is nothing special I have but a heart that was just fried! The merchants son needed to think, To kill the man in just a blink Or keep the daughter for as long as he wants As a source to listen while he taunts Ive made up my mind said the merchants son And shoved Father to where he would be done NO! Father screamed YES! Belle beamed With a clonk and a clink And a in a blink A horror struck head rolled on the floor All the way to the blood splattered door Im free! Im free Belle shouted with glee

She turned around and started to flee When the Merchants son grabbed her wrist And pulled her away from the outdoor mist, Towards an ugly room (That supposedly made rich girls swoon) NO! Let me go! cried Belle He pushed her and she fell Into the ugly room And towards her doom He kept her locked away When he wasnt trying to make her sway He tried everything from singing To charity giving Until one night when he was desperate Where he waited till after they ate And took her to his library Because round him she was so wary When they arrived Belle was so overjoyed She screamed though she knew she was being toyed She ran between the aisles So fast, nearly slipping on the tiles Within minutes a pile of books Were getting envious looks From the merchants son Because he wanted to be her Hun The more books she got The politer she got

The politer she became The friendlier she got The friendlier she became The more the Merchants son was in love with the dame Yet her twenty days were not up And the rose was just opening up Not far away on a hill Lived a man who liked to kill Why just yesterday he killed his wife All very simply, using a knife Tomorrow , he thought Ill kill that fellow who bought That expensive casement And stored it in his basement A plot was made by the killer To kill the merchants son by pushing a pillar Onto his bed, and on his head Where it would need more than just some med To bring him back to his old self, The nice, kind, generous self Tomorrow came with a beautiful sun So Belle and the merchants son Went blackberry picking Even though Belles time was ticking They came and made blackberry jam When suddenly there was a BAM! The killer barged in About to commit a sin When he saw Belle and Belle saw him And wondered why she had been this dim

To not know the world beyond her nose So she could have found a this guy who would be her rose It was young love at first sight The son being jealous fought with all his might Though it wasnt enough And he had nearly given his final puff When his precious rose Flew to his toes And spoke for all to hear, My master to me is like a dear What can I do to help? Because I heard you give a yelp! The merchants son unimpressed Looked at the Belle who he now detest And spoke very clearly, Kill the one who loves her dearly Then return to your vase to live forever So I can enjoy your beauty for as long as ever The killer was chased by the rose This was quite actually quite a doze It was strange, yes And it made a bloody mess But neither could win Though both wanted to sin After several hours of chase Both grew tired, it was a race The son ate popcorn While the rose threw a thorn The rose was fed up

His due time was up He went for her pretty face Soon blood covered her lace Her cats prophecy was true It was absolutely through Belle died a sorrowful death Whispering Killer with her last breath The tyrant of a killer Soon swore to not be a sinner He educated himself to be a wizard So he turned the son into a lizard He captured his mansion like he first planned It was made to a new kind of grand With a little wizardry swing His pots and pans would sing He surrounded himself with laughter And lived happily ever after