Cinderella
Cindy was a drama queen
A brat to say the least
If Cindy had to scrub a pot
Then she would cry and scream
A mountain from a mole hill her mother use to say
But chores were never her thing so she would fuss all day
Her stepmom was a widow
Ununusual to say
'Cause Cindy ran her father out one very frightful day
A bickering between her mom and dad got on her nerves
So Cindy sought it right to see he got what he deserved
A gentle push was all it took to send him in the air
And a couple bumps and one last thump he fell down all the stairs
From that moment on the stepmom and sisters were scared by Cindy's evil glare
They kept her locked up but really they were the ones scared
She always told her friends her stepmom was a drag
Because she had to touch a broom and she thought she wore rags
You know how kids get, one ear to one lip
it got out around the kingdom that Cindy was depressed
with how much she had to do at home and how little she was fed
They thought it was the mother so the king wanted her head
The mother stayed home afraid of who might come
So the King had to think up a plan just to get the deed done
"A party," he said with everlasting glee "A party to trick the hag and get her head to me,"
The Prince heard the tale and wanted to save the world
so gently to tugged his father's robe and uttered but a word
"Please.." he said "Please.. " he tried
but the king paid no mind
He thought he had everything even morals on his side
The party was proclaimed inviting all to come
So Cindy brought to her mom she said
"Hey, can we go?"
Stepmom saw the plea in her eyes and she couldn't say no
She rounded up her three girls and began to talk slow
"If we are to go to this party tonight
I need the house to be spotless to make sure everything's alright.
Drizella cleans the living room and makes sure it's spotless.
Anastasia mop the ceiling and get the cobwebs out Drizella's note.
Cindy feeds the birds."
Cindy went into her room and threw a huge fit.
SHe was slightly messed up and she hatched an evil plot.
She gave them all water with Cyanide laced deep within.
By morning her family was dead while Cindy was safe in bed.
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