Cinderella, a wench,
slopped her way into the castle.
“I’m cleaning,” she’d say
though the words were a lie.
She listened and learned,
plotted and planned.
Her fearsome deed was coming,
for the time was drawing nigh.
The festival, the ball,
she felt it in her bones.
A time to kill her ‘sisters’,
she’d come to take the throne.
Her disguise as dust was finished
she reunited with her gown
and with the prince locked in her sights
she’d take over the whole town.
Step-mother tried to warn him,
step-sisters trashed the dress.
This only brought the godmother,
more power for Cindy to possess.
Tricking him was easy,
he wasn’t one too wise.
Cinderella took it all from him.
What’s next? His demise.