You all know the story of Cinderella
And how she eventually got her fella
But sadly, that was not the truth
And here, we finally uncover the proof
Its alright up to the Glass slipper bit
But then somebody altered it
For, the Prince was a local media star
Protected by his faithful PR
Cinders we know, ran ot of luck
Changing as soon as midnight struck
(Here`s the part that never broke)
In fact, she changed into a bloke
No longer was she small and thin
With designer stubble on her chin,
Bulging biceps, hairy chest
(Modesty forbids the rest)
The Fairy Godmother heard the fuss
And left town on a late night bus
But in a letter, she later swore
Her spells had never gone THAT wrong before.
The next day, slightly after four
Our Prince came knocking at the door
In search of one with beautiful eyes
(Boy, was he in for a surprise)
The ugly sisters, as we know
Pulled the slipper to and fro
But their designs were swiftly dashed
As it fell to the hard stone floor...and smashed.
The Prince now cried, "Oh where is my beauty?"
Cinders replied with "ALLO CUTIE"
Sensing this to be the last chance
Grabbed the Prince, and began to dance.
Unaccustomed to a partner so big
The Prince, he trembled in his wig
In a dance of graceful twists and twirls
They giggled and squealed like a couple of girls.
They danced through the door
And out of the gate
THE END.
(Now thats the record straight).
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