Mmmmm...i smell something sweet

Gretel was the vicious one,

the vindictive one,

Hansel found her charming,

if not somewhat alarming.

The old woman kept a secret,

close to her heart,

She had one, that didn't look like her,

ragged and torn apart.

They drew a hex,

whoever was in the circle wept,

forever and ever and ever.

Hansel wondered at the rapt

attention that Gretel kept

focused on the old woman

and her gentle pet,

the gingerbread cat.

It came to pass,

as everything does,

that the old woman in question

was none other than,

Gretel herself; Hansel the cat.

For as everyone knows,

You become what you eat.

And for all eternity, Hansel lay at the feet

Of the old women who did nothing

but weep and weep and weep.