Cinderella Bites Back

Cinderella Bites Back Joanna Davis Once upon a story; in a fairy tail. Lived a shy and lonely girl, Who's friends were Mop and Pail. She was really quite a clever girl, But suffered hate and spite. Until an invitation came, And she wished with all her might! ‘if only I could go to the ball,’ She cried, when no one was around. Then out of a tiny hole, She heard the faintest sound. 'Of course, you can go to the ball, What makes you think you can't?' 'Just because that witch said no, Doesn’t mean you shan’t!' 'But my dress is in rags, My feet dirty and bare. There's nothing in my closet, That I could really wear'. ‘Don't worry’, said the little mouse, For I know just the thing. By the time I've finished, You’ll have a wedding ring. 'Oh no’, said Cinderella, That's not what I had in mind. I was rather hoping for a career; A chance to serve mankind. The mouse thought for a moment, Sized up her situation. 'It’s not a wardrobe you need, It’s an education'! So when you read this story, Or listen to this tale. About a sad and lonely girl, with a mop and pail. Remember, that the dream you wish, Or star, you hope to find. Has always been there with you, Tucked safely in your mind!