Cinderella's Fairy Godmother (In Training)

When I poofed to her house,

I nearly turned back.

here was this girl,

bent all out of whack.

Her dress was in shreds,

her makeup was running,

for going dancing,

she looked less than stunning.

See, I’m not “fairy godmother”

the whole entire way.

I’m a “fairy-in-training”,

I guess you could say.

This young girl was

my hardest case yet,

and in my mind,

I began to fret.

As our eyes met,

her face filled with glee.

“Fairy Godmother! It’s you!

Oh, it must be!”

I hadn’t the heart

to tell her the truth,

and wished I could bid her

adieu with a “poof!”

“Of course it’s me, dear!”

I bluffed with a smile.

“Now tell me, have your

sisters been gone for a while?”

“They left hours ago,”

she said with a frown.

“they sneered, and cackled, and

tore up my gown!”

“I’ve got nothing else fancy;

no jewelry to wear,

no horses, no coach, and

just look at my hair!”

“I had very much hoped

to go to the ball.

Please, Fairy Godmother,

can you help me at all?”

I had no clue of

where to even start!

But I couldn’t break this

poor girl’s heart!

This was a job for a

well-seasoned fairy!

I didn’t know wish-granting

Could be this scary.

But this girl was desperate,

she needed a hand.

And fairies are told, “A wish

is a command.”

Seeing now, that

there was no escape, I

pulled out my wand, and

took off my cape.

“Don’t worry, dear. I know

what to do!” Pretending

would *hopefully*

help me through.

“You need a dress, some gloves,

and shoes to dance in,

horses, a coach, and a tall,

dashing footman.

Relax, my dear.

I’ll handle it all.

for on this night,

you shall go to the ball!”

I waved my wand and

made a pumpkin coach.

For a driver I transformed

a small, friendly roach.

For horses, I used some

mice on the loose,

and the footman was

played by old mister goose.

“Not too shabby for the

first time around.”

I stood up straighter with the

confidence I’d found.

“Now, away with this dress,

and enough of that hair.

I’ll make sure you’re the

prettiest girl there!”

I conjured a ball gown in a

shade of pearl blue, and

made up some gloves

 in a similar hue.

“Last but not least-

I’m almost through, but

I really must do

something with your shoes.”

"They have to be beautiful,

different, unique;

heart-stopping, jaw-dropping,

something tres chic!"

"I know just the thing;

slippers of glass!

They’ll be exquisite, and

Not at all crass."

With an “abracadabra,

bobbity-boo!”

My extreme makeover

 was finally through.

The servant girl was

dressed like a queen,

and all she could do

was gush and beam.

She got into the coach

with a big, bright smile,

“Finally, a night to have

fun for a while!”

The coach sped off, and

she waved a gloved hand.

Indeed, she was the fairest

in all the land.

As I watched her go,

I felt rather strange;

kind of sick, kind of nervous,

and slightly deranged.

“OH NO!” I said, remembering

With fright, I forgot to

tell her the spells

died at midnight!

Seeing as there was nothing

to be done, I poofed

back home so she

could have fun.

Though I forgot, it

still didn’t matter,

she’d figure it out

sooner or later.

Aside from that detail,

my work was a success.

she went to the ball

in a beautiful dress.

She would dance with the prince,

what more could you ask?

Not bad for a fairy

too new for the task.

She’d never know I

wasn’t a true fairy.

Now other tasks didn’t seem

quite as scary!

I’d started from scratch, and

put plans in motion.

Maybe now I’d get my

fairy promotion!

Fairy-Godmothering is no

easy craft. You

must be creative, and

not at all daft.

But if you ever think

you’ll miss the bar,

fake it ‘till you make it,

and you will go far!