Cinders, the minimalist
Was a mere opportunist.
This girl had already got the gist:
Get money. Disappear in mist.
When this story first began
Prince Charming was a fine young man,
But after Cindy R he ran –
And let his life go down the pan.
Queen Mother warned of many woes:
« Miss Cinderella picks her nose!
She wears black laddered panty hose,
And on her legs a forest grows! »
But Charming yearned to have a whirl
With this obnoxious, haughty girl…
Whilst Cinderella dreamed of pearls
To tangle in her fake blonde curls.
He was rich and hot to trot,
So Cinderella hatched a plot
To snare her prince and grab the lot.
She said « yes » quick, and tied the knot.
Bright and early the next morning,
Cinders woke as light was dawning.
Scratching her armpits and yawning,
She hid beneath the palace awning.
« Time for some fun! » young Cindy said
When Charming staggered out of bed.
Bang! bang! bang! She shot him dead…
and on the floor poor Charming bled.
Jumping up and down with glee,
Cindy grabbed the cash to flee.
« Yippee-doo! It’s clear to see
That where there’s muck, there’s brass – for me! »
Cindy said, « I have to say
A life of crime does seem to pay.
Hip-hip hurray! Kaloo! Kalay!
I think I’ll do this every day ».
This post was inspired by this week’s photo challenge, “Minimalist”.