My Personal Poems :))

Cinderella :)

Once upon a time there lived a happy young girl

With a necklace with pearl

But when her mother died

She cried and cried and tries to hide

Her father had married a widow with two daughters.

They didn’t like her especially her step mother

All her king thoughts and loving touches were for her own thoughts

Nothing was too good for them –dresses, shoes, and every home pleasure

She made Cinderella became a housekeeping

She had to do all the laundry, the dishes, everything.

Despite all the house work they want her to fulfill

And the ragged dress she was forced to wear,

Cinderella remained optimistic and kind.

A woman you can’t see anymore nor find.

One day, the King announced and decided to give a ball

In the honor of the prince, and posted the announcement in every wall.

Invitations were sent out to all the young, unmarried girls in the kingdom.

Cinderella and her two stepsisters we’re invited, but they don’t want her to come.

Immediately, the stepmother began to purchasing fancy gowns for her daughter

As if they will become hotter when there face in for squatter.

Hoping the prince would fall in love with one of them

And become rich and have all the money and gem.

Cinderella, of course, was put to work altering the garments,

Taking up the hems, and letting out the waists (for her stepsisters were a bit corpulent).

“Oh, Cinderella,” teased the older stepsister, “wouldn’t you like to come to the ball?”

Cinderella turned away so her stepsisters wouldn’t see her tears comes to fall.

Both stepsisters looked at each other and laughed merrily

At the thought of their dirty servant stepsister standing in rags at the assembly

At last the stepsisters were ready, and their carriage pulled up in the front door

Some what I want to ride in some carriage in the story that I always adore

Cinderella waved and watched the carriage roll down the street

Until it was completely out of sight, then the poor girl started to cry

“Why are you crying, child?” said a voice.

You need to turn around and no other choice.

Cinderella looked down and saw a tiny, sparkling womanhood

No larger than a teacup standing on the board

“Who are you?” the teary-eyed girl asked.

Want to know the woman’s task.

“I am your Fairy Godmother, why are you so sad?” asked the little one.

But Cinderella was too sad to respond.

“You wish you could go to the ball?” The Fairy Godmother finally asked.

“Yes,” wept Cinderella. “But I am too poor and ugly, everyone would laugh.”