Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time
there was a little girl.
She had a cruel stepmother
and two selfish stepsisters.
Her father was to busy
to see what they did.
They clothed her in rags
and gave her hard labor.
They forced her to sleep
in the little stone kitchen.
She slept by the fire
to keep warm through the night
and when she awoke she was covered in ash.
And this spurred a nickname
that lasted for a while:
Child of Cinders, sad Cinderella.
But not all was bad, for she had a little friend,
a small fire fairy who lived in the hearth.
Then one day there came a knock at the door.
It was a royal inviation
for the prince's royal ball.
It proclaimed: "Come all ladies, fair and noble.
His Royal Highness is throwing a ball.
He seeks to find his one true love.
All are invited. One shall be chosen"
Cinderella wanted so desperately to atttend.
Maybe she'd find her true love that night!
But her stepmother was adament.
"You may not attend the ball."
So the day of the ball came.
And Cinderella could not go.
The stepmother and daughters about to leave for the ball,
and poor Cinderella lay next to the fire.
But do not worry, there was hope yet,
as the little fire fairy called all her friends.
Together in secret they got all they needed.
They worked and they worked, rushing to finish.
And finally they did.
Pleases with their handiwork, they approached Cinderella.
They urged her outside and she complied.
She stood shocked at the sight before her
for standing outside was a most beautiful sight.
A carriage so white it glowed in the night,
and two ivory stallions ready to ride.
A young handsome man sat in the seat
ready to take young Cinderella to the ball.
But the jewel of it all was not the horses or the ride.
It was a dress so magnificent it took her breath away.
A long golden dress with a shawl to match
covered in diamonds and long satin sashes
and two golden slippers so dainty.
The faries, they urged to put on the dress
to get to the ball and find her true love.
As fast as she could, she pulled on the dress
and the faries, using magic,
did her hair and makeup
The young man leapt down
and opened the door.
As she sat herself down, she thanked her friends.
And finally, Cinderella was headed to the ball.
She arrived at the ball just in time
and as she walked, all the people stared.
She walked into the ballroom
and everyone stopped.
With everyone staring, she started to blush.
Turning around, ready to leave
she was stopped by a man no older than she.
"May I have this dance?" he inquired.
She accepted his hand
and danced through the night.
Slowly but surely, they fell in love.
As the ball came to a close
the prince knelt before her.
He held out his hand
and asked for her to marry him.
"I have fallen for you, head over heels."
Surprised, but overjoyed,
she accepted with glee.
And together they lived
as happy as could be, ruling side by side.
And what happened to the stepmonsters, you may ask.
The father divorced the stepmother
and they left for who knows where.
But Cinderella was truly happy.
And that's all there is too it.
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