Cinderella

The clairvoyant said the two ugly step sisters

would both win the heart of The Prince

charged them a hundred each

for separate readings,

hoped they wouldn't talk to each other,

and hasn't been seen since.

On the night of the ball

Martha and Mabel's auras shone like moons,

magic crystals dangling to their knees,

their chakras highly tuned,

drove there in a limo

uttering positive affirmations,

stopped off for quick Kombucha teas

and colonic irrigations,

had hasty herbal infusions

before entering the ball,

then, to avoid confusion,

gave the therapist a call.

Cindy, on the other hand,

was so cool, like most poor girls,

drank milk to line her stomach

and wore her mother's pearls,

climbed in through the window

and blew a joint with the band,

then did a real bluesy one,

for which she received a huge hand.

Then exited just before midnight,

leaving her number in her slipper,

walked home, gutted the wine cask,

and watched old re-runs of "Flipper".

Next morning came a letter

in a style which made her wince -

"Cindy, I love you, call me, The Prince."

Copyright; Rod Gibson