Cinderella
(dressed in yella, or maybe princess baby blue)
is oh-my-gourd tired
of all this bibbidi bobbidi boo
-sheet nonsense of waiting for her
(someday)
prince to come.
She isn’t made of glow
or glass, and you can bet your
(ask
the fairy godmother)
broom she’s got more than
chores and midnight bores to do.
She’s got a chick with a wand
and ready heart.
Just give her a steed
and a slight headstart.
Good one
Thank you!
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