No Way, Jose

Once upon a time,

A young girl lived in slime.

Well, Not real slime, per se

Just a stepmother who treated her like clay


This girl worked and worked

And Mrs. Stepmother always lurked

As time went by and by,

The girl felt more and more shy


One day, Ms. Stepmother went to a ball

And left the girl to clean a messy hall

The girl cleaned and cleaned

Until the hall perfectly gleaned


Then, the girl dressed up and went to the ball

The one where Ms. Stepmother danced till nightfall

At the ball, the prince fell in love with the girl

But she wanted him to go hurl


When the prince asked her to marry him,

She said “No way, Jose. I’m a lesbian”


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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