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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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