Cares nothing for rules

Swears to be cool

She ruins the mop

The clock she stops.

She often plays dumb

Until the postman comes

Then hides the post

And burns the toast.

Goes out for a smoke

Checks her stash of coke

Props her phone on the armchair

Applies mascara, does her hair.

She kicks the cat

Calls her stepsisters fat

Sets the curtains on fire

Gets a prince for hire.

She dresses in pink

Gives the postman a wink

Goes out to the ball

In a long lit hall.

Dances the night away

By the dawn of the day

Goes home to sleep

From her not a peep.

Back to the chores

She yawns, what a bore

Spilt the milk and burned the lunch cod

That Cinderella's a lazy sod.