Cinder F Rella
Cinder...f...rella
Yes...that's me...
Cinder...f...rella,
Cannot believe it,
Nearly twelve o clock
And you know what happens then,
Yes...you got it!
Back into my rags...
Magic's wearing off,
And my beauty fades,
Don't mind losing the cloths,
Don't even mind losing the shoe,
But draw the line at the make up,
Don't want anyone to see me,
So I run...
As fast as I can,
Leaving... Prince charm...behind,
With my slipper,
Having said that,
He could have been...
Short, fat and ugly
For all I know!
So he can keep the dam thing,
All my life waisted...
One long fairy tale after another,
As far as...balls go,
Now look at me
Just like my ugly sisters,
Thought...!!!!!
Put some sparkle back,
But it never worked out,
So back to my day job,
Scrubbing floors,
Hoping...
One day my Prince will come,
And love me for who I am.
Without make up.
Trying to hold onto a little sparkle,
But...only in humour...
These days.
And so...she lived
Happily ever after.
Wendy Jae
Copyright © Wendy Rycroft | Year Posted 2017
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