THE CINDERELLA SAGA
Wash the dishes, scrub the floor.
Life is such an endless bore.
Cinderella mops her brow.
She must escape but wonders how.
Could she meet a prince with charm
Who’d take her to his country farm?
Or to his castle far away
Where they could party every day.
But no more dreaming, close at hand
The ugly sisters have it planned.
That they are going to the Ball
To meet Prince Charming, you recall.
Their mother buys them both a dress,
And hopes the prince they will impress.
Her family fortunes’ on the wane.
She sighs, for they are very plain.
“Please let me go”, poor Cinders cries
Wiping tear drops from her eyes.
I’d love to travel in a coach,
And wear my lovely emerald brooch!
They raise their hands and shake their heads.
“Now go upstairs and make those beds!”
But as poor Cinders leaves the hall
She twists her leg and has a fall.
Their father, who has been away,
Hears the news, rides back next day.
His anger rages through the house.
My Cinderella must have a spouse.
The ugly sisters shake with fear.
They wish that dad would disappear.
His word is law, he seals their fate,
He sends them to another state.
Their mother now must clean and cook.
No time for gossip and a book.
On bended knee she toils each day,
And hopes she won’t be sent away.
Cinderella is kind, she forgives and forgets.
By now I’m sure you’re taking bets.
Will she travel in the coach
And wear her lovely emerald broach?
Of course she does, and falls in love.
Wearing glass slippers and long white gloves.
The prince is dazzled by her charm.
They ride into the sunset, arm in arm.