To all those young lasses who grew up listening to Cinderella and how she got her prince, I have got something to tell you, a less happy, more realistic tragic version of Cinder-fella (v1.0)!
Not so very very long ago
Sleeping in the comfy room
there was rude cinder-fella
With her sheets dirty yellow.
She was very picky
And wore Chanel and Gucci!
Her sisters worked hard
Her mother was often tired
But she budged not an inch
Inspite the spoilt pizza stench.
She stayed online all day
Weekend and weekday!
She lived on fizzy coke
This lazy and stupid blob!
She watched her sisters frown-
An obnoxious prince was in town.
She vowed to become his queen
To manage it all without being seen.
Threatened with her whipping stick
her Godmother for a magic flick!
Poor God mom, frightened as a mouse
Bloated a lizard and made it her horse.
She picked another rotten potato
Made a clumsy couch and horsemen!
After hours of makeup and trimming
She made a swan out of ugly duckling!
Cinderfella marched out in taste
Clicking her golden slippers in haste.
She heard not poor godmother yell
It would only last till midnight fell!
She ran into the giant ballroom
Her dress sweeping it like a broom.
She found the sassy prince
Danced and downed a couple of pints!
The clock boldly struck twelve
She turned back into her ugly self!
She ran away limping and lame
Her golden slippers broke in shame.
She managed to clamber into a bus
Was held in jail in spite of her fuss
And fined for her ticket-less ride!
Even after she finally reached home
Godmother never bothered to come!
Not so very very long ago
there was rude cinder-fella
With her sheets dirty yellow.
She was very picky
And wore Chanel and Gucci!
Her sisters worked hard
Her mother was often tired
But she budged not an inch
Inspite the spoilt pizza stench.
She stayed online all day
Weekend and weekday!
She lived on fizzy coke
This lazy and stupid blob!
She watched her sisters frown-
An obnoxious prince was in town.
She vowed to become his queen
To manage it all without being seen.
Threatened with her whipping stick
her Godmother for a magic flick!
Poor God mom, frightened as a mouse
Bloated a lizard and made it her horse.
She picked another rotten potato
Made a clumsy couch and horsemen!
After hours of makeup and trimming
She made a swan out of ugly duckling!
Cinderfella marched out in taste
Clicking her golden slippers in haste.
She heard not poor godmother yell
It would only last till midnight fell!
She ran into the giant ballroom
Her dress sweeping it like a broom.
She found the sassy prince
Danced and downed a couple of pints!
The clock boldly struck twelve
She turned back into her ugly self!
She ran away limping and lame
Her golden slippers broke in shame.
She managed to clamber into a bus
Was held in jail in spite of her fuss
And fined for her ticket-less ride!
Even after she finally reached home
Godmother never bothered to come!
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