Once, in a mansion on the hill, there lived ten servants, two parents, and Cinderella.
While children received bread and far less,
Cinderella played princess in a sparkly new dress.
Soon, her life would go; and to fix it, she didn't know.
At the drop of a hat, her mother fell flat.
Her father, now widow, lost the family jewels, given back to the in-laws, the fools.
And there was Cinderella, the ever - loving brat.
Her father her aunt made of gold, and Cinderella became little more than a gnat.
No longer the princess; "life wasn't fair"!
But speak up? She didn't dare.
She now worked far into the night (with her father now gone);
And prayed to her fairy god-mother to set things right (because she was so done).
Now, for one night, she was noble again;
With a pearl white dress and slippers of glass,
She knew it wouldn't last.
But the prince wss stolen of his shallow heart; and he buried her in dresses to never be apart.