CInderella Fellas
Roses were red,
The violets a deep blue,
Like the blue soap,
Stepmother makes me use.
Chores keep me to myself,
But these are my favorite times.
I get to focus on the things I know,
While love is a distant past time.
I listen to the love stories,
My step-sisters practice a swoon.
Really, who needs love,
When you can just love you?
Things do get boring here,
So a distraction would be fine.
Talking to animals isn’t thrilling,
So I begged for a fun night.
Bumped into a fairy,
Who promised fun until midnight..
I danced my heart out,
With all my might!
Before long the prince and I,
Locked eyes under the strobe lights.
The prince he fell for me as I flead.
He took my shoe to his head,
like it was the last word he’d ever read.
All I needed was some time away,
Who knew someone would be carried away.
Went back to my chores,
And life continued like this rhyme.
But within a week the prince was on one knee,
Promising a marriage bind.
Weak in the knees,
I tried to flee.
But the prince was the clingy type.
Now I’m a queen,
Yay! For me.
Who never sought out this life.
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