Cinderella Poem by Alpha Sanunu Bah

Once upon a time in a faraway land,
In a house not much but grand,
There lived a girl named Cinderella,
That slept in a very old cellar.
She was a beauty, a sure delight,
That the night blushed in her sight,
Her voice was magical, nothing you've heard,
And her mere thought was a crooning ballad.

One beautiful night as the charmings met,
In a grand ball, a fancy collect,
Cinderella wished on a scintillate star,
As her fairy Godmother appeared.
She partied well, until dead midnight,
When she left her glass slippers in fright,
The Prince's men made it their quest,
To find one whom the shoe fits best.
But her stepmother found out the crazy odd truth,
That Cinderella escaped the root,
So she vowed that day for her eternal rue,
In nights and days anew.

Poor step mother in all her thoughts had no idea,
That Cinderella was so insane,
So she slept that night, free of fear,
Just to never awake again.
The step sisters were found in the cold morning,
One headless and the other one burned,
In that dreadful plight of a new beginning,
Cinderella took a dark turn.

The story about concocting a dress,
Was nothing but a lie,
She was a thief, I must confess,
And her dreadful voice, oh my!
Yes! The glass slippers, beautiful thing,
That pretty much too was a lie,
She stole it in a shop, with some golden rings,
And a cloth to fit her thigh.

Poor thing imagined a Prince and a joyful life,
With a daughter and bunch of babies,
But in reality, you see, her life was a strife,
Cinderella sadly had rabies.
Now she's locked up without a dime,
No Prince, no son, nor daughter,
Cinderella, in all her beautiful time,
Lived crazily ever after.