The very cursed Lady of Shalott

Before you read this I must apologise for the doggeral quality of
it. I don't usually write poetry, but I thought this would give you
guys a bit of a giggle. I wrote it for school, a couple of years ago.
We had to make up our own ending for Tennyson's Lady of Shallott. It
carries on from the bit where she gets cursed, and, basically, we had
to write what the curse was:

She ran out through the lilies white,
She saw the armour shining bright,
She saw the hair as dark as night
And felt love draw her chest quite tight
As he rode down to Camelot.
But looked down at her feet, and lo,
She saw her toes begin to grow!
Then watched her fingers with sorrow
And then her heart was filled with woe!
The lady of Shalott.

Her feet inflating, side by side,
Her hands were growing fat and wide
Her nose and lips would not abide!
"The curse is come upon me!" cried
The Lady of Shalott.
And as she stumbled to a boat
She felt her stomach start to bloat
And in the water she did float!
Such was the curse that sudden smote
The lady of Shalott.

No longer maiden bobbing there,
With pretty dress and long blonde hair
No longer lady pale and fair,
Residing in her castle lair
The lady of Shalott?
A lady there? Ah no! for:
Herself expanding more and more
Her pale skin the pressure tore,
She started spewing blood and gore!
Poor lady of Shalott!

A lady there? Ah! no less
Than filthy sodden jammy mess!
The bloody tatters of her dress
And of her hair a crimson tress
Went drifting past Sir Lancelot.
"Look there! - and there!" the bold knight cried
"It seems a lady has been fried!
And me not there to save her hide?
I could have done it if I'd tried
Oh, shame on me!" cried Lancelot.

So, if you are a lady fair
Then you of curses must beware,
Remember there is danger there
For ladies with long golden hair,
Poor lady of Shalott!