Cinderella in Verse

Once upon a time there was a girl that was alone:

Her rags, soot, and broom were all she called her own.

She lived with her stepmother and her horrible stepsisters;

The tongues on them were enough to raise blisters.

Then, one day, the queen called for a ball

And, making a speech, proclaimed this to all:

"Come, young women, to the dance tonight;

The prince needs a bride; he'll find one this night:

So put on your fancy gowns, do up your hair;

The girl that he chooses will become my heir!"

The stepmother and her daughters got in their dresses

And had Cinderella put up their long tresses.

They forbade her to come with them to the ball;

"She is our scullery maid, after all!"

And left her crying in the house that night;

So she wished and wished with all her might

For someone to come and give her a chance:

"Just give me a gown, and send me to the dance!"

Her fairy godmother appeared and then

Gave her a dress, and a coach-and-ten,

Footmen, a driver; as she left she heard her say:

"Goodnight, sweet, child, and speed on your way!"

Ella danced with the prince all night; they fell in love;

But at midnight she fled under the stars above;

For her coach had turned to a pumpkin once more,

Her horses were mice; she ran home to her kitchen floor.

But she left behind a slipper of glass

Lying in the garden on the dewy grass.

Her true love found it, and said to the king:

"I am going to search out the owner of this thing

For she is my love, and my bride-to-be.

I must find her because she means worlds to me!"

So all of the ladies who'd been to the ball

Tried on the slipper; it fit none at all

Until he let a little scullery maid

Put on the shoe; then a clamor was made!

"Here is my bride; my love to true!"

And a wedding was held under the sky of blue.

So Ella, the girl who never had laughter

Lived the rest of her life happily ever after.

A/N: Yes, more Cinderella poetry. But this one was much better, don't you agree?