by Tal Cohen, aged 13
Once upon a time, on a site far, far way.
There lived Sleeping Beauty who was on Facebook all night and day.
She had many friends and likes.
Many comments and invites.
One day Beauty friended someone on the internet,
A decision she would later, very much regret.
You see, this ‘friend’ was a hacker, looking for her prey,
And her pick was sleeping beauty, much to our dismay.
The hacker, Maleficent her name,
Wanted people’s attention, and all of Beauty’s fame.
Maleficent searched for Beauty’s password all night long,
Denial after denial, until finally she heard a PONG!
Maleficent changed the password and more,
No one would know she had broken the law.
The very next day, Beauty tried to log in,
But oh no! She’d been hacked, who could've committed this sin?
Beauty was distraught; her famous days had come to a close,
No more being asked to strike another pose.
News was everywhere! The Sleeping Beauty was gone!
An empty page was where her beauty once shone.
Maleficent sat in her crown and all her glory,
As for once, she would be the main story.
The peasants of Facebook had found another goddess to follow,
They didn't realise the crime she’d committed, as their brains were all hollow.
Meanwhile, a prince was looking for a brand new wife,
His past three were deluded, and the first caused him strife.
The prince was a lover of bad TV,
Especially Long Island Medium on TLC.
The prince had psychologists to manage his mental health,
You see, the prince thought he was a medium himself.
After hearing about the incredibly suspicious news,
The prince brought it upon himself to search for more clues.
He’d never heard of Sleeping Beauty or her page,
He was too busy watching auto tuned singers on a stage.
After he had found Beauty’s now empty space,
He knew she hadn't abandoned it, that was definitely not the case!
But looking at the page, the prince felt a spark.
He thought he might have heard the singing of a lark.
Next, the prince went on Maleficent’s page,
‘She’s up to no good’ he thought, as he started to fill up with rage.
The Prince told his psychologist about his physic theories,
The psychologist was not hesitant to express his queries.
The prince left and read books such as ‘hacking for fools’,
He learnt all the tricks and he learnt all the tools.
He went back onto Beauty’s page with a click and a clack
And in no time he got her password back.
He sent her a message asking to meet up,
She said ‘I know this great coffee place, we could share a cup?’
The pair was excited to meet for the first time,
And Sleeping Beauty’s beauty was at its prime!
However when they met, the prince was shocked.
He tried to talk but his mouth felt blocked.
‘Sorry, Blondes aren't my type’,
And off he went, to talk to his psychologist on Skype.