With two glass slippers
Cinderella feels fine,
The star of the Ball
Sipping fizzy white wine,
Waltzing with the prince
Beneath chandeliers,
Filling her future
With grand ideas.
The clock strikes twelve,
Its all too late.
She bolts, trips and limps
Through the palace gate.
Her riches turn to rags
And unrequited desire
As she hails a passing
'Pumpkin For Hire'.
A man in livery
Knocks at her door
And shatters her shoe
On the kitchen floor.
With dustpan and brush
She sweeps it clean
Of every shard
And smithereen.
Unbuttoned by Buttons,
Her purity eschewed
In lusty pursuance
Of the exotically lewd.
So happily ever after
The couple settle
And have two children
Called Hansel and Gretel.
The Fairy Godmother
Is most dumfounded
To have her magic
So confounded.
Swapping wand for cauldron
And wings for switch,
She turns herself
Into a witch.
(27th October 1999)
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