Cinderella: The Cuban Princess in Miami

Come, mis amigos, to the story valley: 

Había una vez a sixteen year old. 

Cinderella was her name, she was caring and bold. 

Down in a mansion she lived in sunny Miami. 

 

Her father was rich plus attractively single. 

Women come to his house to mingle. 

Yet none caught his eye. 

They were turned away and left to cry. 

 

You see, this is the 21st century, 

And tinder is a thing. 

The father made a profile so exemplary

That five minutes later his phone went “Bing.” 

 

Lady Tremaine, an extreme gold digger, spun her web well. 

In the shape of a diamond ring and wedding dress. 

Soon there were wedding bells

Cinderella’s new stepsisters felt #blessed. 

 

Four days of marriage passed, 

The father died unexpectedly. 

Lady Tremaine had a blast. 

All the money to her, she was a mean old banshee. 

 

Poor Cinderella was to do all the work. 

Her stepmother yelled if she cleaned during when her favorite novels was on. 

“Oye, Cindy! Stop the housework!” 

Cinderella just answered back with yawn. 

 

Four weeks into Cinderella’s miserable life, 

The prince of Miami posted on Twitter. 

“Come on down to #Vizcaya palace. Join the nightlife!  

I will choose my future bride there. Whoever’s braver.” 

 

Cinderella took her sewing material from her cookie tin. 

She made herself a lovely dress. 

Her stepsisters laughed, “That belongs in a garbage bin.” 

They left, leaving Cindy depressed. 

 

All of a sudden, her fairy godmother appeared: Celia Cruz. 

A plain old malanga was a beautiful stretch limo. 

Palm fronds were now a body con dress with plunging neckline. 

Don’t forget the diamond high heels. 

 

Cinderella rode off into the night. 

She arrived to the party to find everybody unhappy. 

The prince was actually a princess, that wasn’t alright. 

But Cinderella’s heart seemed to agree. 

 

“Hey, Princess,” she called.”

The princess turned to her speaker.

Her heart stalled. 

“Your the one,” cried the princess, “My knight in shining armor.”

 

Long story short: 

The Princess and Cinderella married.

Right then and there. 

A rainbow shined brightly over the house, showing off their true colors.