Curious Little Ann

This poem is written for a story contest:
http://www.mibba.com/forums/topic/155154/
643 words

Inspired by:
"Ladybug! Ladybug!
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire
And your children all gone.
All except one,
And that's little Ann,
For she has crept under
The frying pan."

Curious Little Ann

The Baron of Taria was a kindly, young man,
Who had a secret daughter called Little Ann.
And her mother, so devilish, to her was too cruel,
Threatened to drown Little Ann in a hungry whirlpool.

The Baron of Taria gave into her demand
and made her the Baroness of all his land.
Yet he still was unsure of his newly made wife,
and feared her tempestuous strife
would bring an end to Little Ann's life.

So he sent her away on a journey of a month and a day
to the village of Casilla for her life-long stay.
Sweet Lady Bogge took Little Ann in
And clothed her and fed her 'til she wasn't too thin.

As Little Ann grew, her adopted siblings did too.
Named Sophia and Ramon, they had a clear and jealous tone
When speaking to the sister they knew wasn't their own.
But life wasn't bad for passionate Ann.
The servants and villagers were her own little fans.

Especially for one Bogge family servant
Who called himself simply by the name of Vincent.
Half of each day they would play
In the family gardens and the farmland hay.
Little Ann would help him finish his chores
Before the pair would explore the corridors.

And despite the downcast glares of Sophia and Ramon,
Little Ann and Vincent's love had grown.
But suddenly, surprisingly, Vincent disappeared.
And it seems that her siblings had won, as Little Ann feared.

Yet all the while, meanwhile, Vincent was happily,
Telling his father, a king, of his venturing story, quite aptly.
He wished to marry her, though the King was unsure,
For he'd heard many curious rumors about her.

It is said that this particular Little Ann
Had blood that, from the Baron of Taria, ran.
So if this is true, if this is right,
There would be a matter of incestuous fright.

Since the Baron was the King's younger brother,
He needed to be sure and know whether
Little Ann was truly his brother's daughter.
So the King sent the best doctor to Ann's possible father.

The Baron was surprised,
While his wife was mortified.
When the doctor arrived to sample his blood.
The Baroness knew her plot would turn to mud.
So she paid some bandits to kill Little Ann,
Else risk people figuring out her commodious plan.

While the Doctor lagged at the Baron's castle,
The bandits were hurrying, in quite a hassle.
They reached the Bogge family's house,
gathered gasoline and gasoline and used it to douse.

In the kitchen sat Sophia, Ramon, and Ann
When the noxious fumes confused them as they ran.
Pans and pots fell due to the siblings' clumsiness,
And trapped Little Ann under the terrible mess.

This may be where that silly poem started,
but from their true lines, they have parted.

"Lady Bogge! Lady Bogge!
Run away home.
Your house is on fire,
And your children all gone.
All except one,
And that's Little Ann,
For she has fallen under
The pots and the pans."

When Lady Bogge returned, she found her house and furniture burned,
Lady Bogge was fearful for Little Ann’s sake,
Until someone behind her yelled, “She’s awake!”
She turned around to find Vincent in the most royal of garments
Sitting over Ann, surrounded by guards like a humanoid fence.

Lady Bogge and her children stayed with Prince Vincent
Where the siblings would follow him wherever he went.
He invited them to his beautiful palace,
Where the doctor returned to face impatient malice.

He quickly tested her blood for any relation,
Which ended in a glorious congratulation.
The Baron of Taria had no daughter
And Little Ann would never know her true father,
The Baroness was exiled and divorced
For using her illegitimate daughter to marry by force.

And so Little Ann and her family lived forevermore
Happily, indulgently, with luxury and love galore.