Myra Ahmad (25th November,1994)

there was once a girl I knew
Her name was Cinderella
But Cinderella is way too long
We'll call her just Ella

Ella was a spoilt kid
Oh yes, she was
She rather barks than talks
not someone to cross

Then Gloomy air Spread everywhere
As her mother died with heart attack
All relatives cried at the news
Ella also did, but it was fake

His father married again
The lady had daughters of her own
Beautiful they were, oh yes
Names: Isabella and Sharon

Our Cinderella was very jealous
girls had taken her place, not one but two
Ella wanted to take revenge
From the girls, and their mother too!

But before she could do anything
The handsome prince called a ball
All the maidens were invited
It was to take place in the castle's hall

Excitement arose everywhere
Beautiful looked our Cinderella
But her stepsisters were their too
And their was no match for Isabella

The prince walked in the room
His eyes fell on Isabella
He asked her for a dance
And not our Cinderella

Soon the news spread through the kingdom
Prince and Isabella were to marry, no pretend
But then something happened
The prince chose Cinderella instead!

on the marriage day, bells rang
Ella and prince were coupled
But prince looked so forlorn and sad
As though he had just been crumpled

And as the carriage went, people wondered
What was it, that had dejected him
But we know the truth, that
Cinderella had a revolver to torture him!