Disclamer: No, I don't own Cinderella, or any other fairy tales.
Summary: A poem about Cinderella except she is ugly and smart, will the Prince still find and accept her.
Switch of Personalities
There once was a girl called Cinderella,
Who was terribly, terribly, terribly clever
But due to her unfortunate fate,
She would not make the perfect date.
You see her looks were not the best,
She was always beaten by the rest
In every beauty competition,
(She lacked the right ammunition).
She lived with her two mad stepsisters,
Whose chores always gave her blisters
Her stepmother was of no help,
Her beatings made poor Cinders yelp.
As an accountant she worked for them,
But still, to her family, she was not gem
And that was why, one fateful night,
She had to stay in after light.
Important was this evening late,
Because the prince had set a date
For all ladies near and far,
To take a test to be his star.
For intelligence he would seek,
He did not care if she did reek
Beauty also, he minded not,
(For he himself was not so hot).
Cinders'family wanted to go, of course,
And travel there by carridge and horse
They would not let Cinderella go,
They thought that she would win the show.
Cinderella, though, had other plans,
To assit her she needed helping hands
She made her tutor come to call,
To check her maths, but that's not all.
He magicked her to the Prince's test,
Certain that she'd be the best
He strictly warned, "By twelve, be home,
You have you're A-levels then in Rome."
As soon as Cinders settled in her chair,
She realised that the chance was rare
To marry an intelligent Prnce,
So she tried the hardest she's ever tried since.
She passed, of course, with flting colours,
With a mark that would please all mothers
Then twelve deep rings struck the clock,
And Cinders really was in shock.
Running as quickly as she could,
She fled throgh the open wood,
But in her haste she realised not
That she'd dropped some of the notes she got.
Once the Price had marked Cinders'paper,
He ran as fast as he could caper,
But Cinderella could not be found,
Not in the park or the fairground.
But suddenly he came across,
Something strewn across bits of moss
'twas Cinders'mathematical notes
and he was struck by an idea (no joke).
When Cinders finally reached home,
She was about to catch a plane to Rome,
But her tutor suddenly appeared,
And cried, "Stay matters need to be cleared."
The Prince went into town next day
To ask every girl to say
Whether she knew the answer to
A difficult question on how the wind blew.
All pretty, feeble women tried,
But many soon broke down and cried,
As the riddle was too hard to be sloved,
He looked for a week before his search resolved.
He arrived at a house worn, old and grey,
With hope against hope that today was the day
That he'd find his maiden, ugly but smart
The woman that had won his heart.
He knocked on the door with a very sharp rap,
Waking Cinders from a sweet nap,
She opened the door and saw her man,
Smiling the sweetest anyone can.
The Prince asked, "Could you help me please?
To slove a problem, but feel at ease."
Cinders replied, "Of course, dear sir,
Just give me a moment, my minds in a blur."
Within five minutes the answer came through,
"I've got it," she cried, "it's two hundred and two,"
"It's you," he said, "you're the clever maid,
who finish my exam with excellent grades."
As soon as Cinders confirmed this notion,
Wedding plans came into motion,
They brought a house and soon settled in
They lived happily ever after (and forgot Cinders'kin).
Hope you enjoyed, please review, so I know if you guys want more fairytale poems, kay!
Indulgent Angel