Rebecca - Laugh out loud to this

Cinderella

Cinderella,
Dressed in yellow,
Wanted to go to the ball,
The ugly sisters,
With boils and blisters,
Would not let her at all,
So Cindy hatched a cunning plan,
To get young Prince, her only man,
To call to Fairy Godmum and yelp,
'Godmum, down here, I need some help!'
Godmum was not too quick,
The word that comes to mind is thick,
So in her small brain,
She moaned, 'Not again!'
For Cindy asked night and day,
Making fairy godmum pay,
For payback on the gruesome girls,
Who thought they had beauty and curls,
I am talking of the Ugly pair,
With the wildly ginger hair,
The worst of all twins,
Commited so many sins,
That no wonder our Cindy moaned,
Not only that, she often phoned,
The fairy on her new mobile,
Complaining tearfully all the while,
How she would like to get back,
Her invitation that she lack,
To the private disco affair,
Ugly sisters to despair!
Our Cindy came and swept up the Prince,
In the backround two sisters wince,
She beat the socks off and fell for,
The handsome prince - she wanted more,
She often pressed in a firm way,
To the Ugly Sisters' dismay,
On to his manly chest,
The bit she liked best,
To this day she is Queen,
The greediest there's ever been.