Poems of Me

Cinderella

12/7/14

The ball's tonight, and away they go

My father's a drunk and my stepmother's a hoe

My ugly stepsisters have boys lined up in tow

And I have nothing at all to show

Work, work and no more play

So away from the ball, I must stay

He wouldn't like you, they say, they say

You wouldn't fit in, say they, say they

I weep at my deceased mums tree

"Throw down silver and gold upon thee"

I arrive at the ball, quick as a flash

And the prince comes and dances with the girl in gold sash

That's only the first night, now here comes the second one

They lock me in the cellar and run, and run

On me, silver and gold are suddenly upon

I go to the ball, shimmering, as bright as the sun

Third night's here finally

My stepsisters continue their rivalry

Dressed in gold and mahogany

But failing trying to look even remotely pretty

No punishment this time, so I don't weep

Dance at the ball but at midnight I leave

My dress starts to change, my shoe stuck in tarp

And my darling prince comes and picks it up

He goes 'round the kingdom, fitting the shoe

But no maiden it fits, not even little Lou's

He cometh round to my house and my sisters deceive him

Cutting off toes and heels to please him

And I am ushered out and the shoe fits well

The prince kisses me and his heart starts to swell

I ride with him on his horses bridle

After all, I am his true bride, no?

At the wedding my sisters try to get my wealth

The guards take them away for their own health

As each of my sisters walk out the hall

The doves cometh and peck out their eyeballs

This is the true story you see,

Of the girl who wed royalty

And the sisters who turned blind for eternity

And the stepmother who didn't get anything from me