Honesty is Key
Queen of Cinders,
Dressed in dust and dirt,
With a mop for a wig,
And a washcloth for a skirt.
Her dreams were colored in silver,
Her heart was dipped in gold,
She wanted something bigger,
But she had to be bold.
From her cleaning she would dream
Of a really handsome man,
To sweep her off her feet
And change the course of plans.
The prince was throwing a ball,
Her dream could come true,
But to get the night off cleaning
Seemed impossible to do.
Her step mom laughed her head off
At the request of this young maid,
So Cinderella made a wish
And blatantly disobeyed.
She wished herself a ball gown,
Some shoes made of gold,
With some hair and makeup,
She was the fairest to behold.
The dancing that she did
Caught the eye of the handsome prince,
He even got to dance with her,
Enamored ever since.
Cindy had a curfew though,
Of 12 o clock that night,
Or the clothes would transform back
To the nasty, dirty sight.
His majesty escorted her to the balcony,
To whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
But the time kept beckoning,
The dreaded thought to disappear.
“Maybe,” the young maid thought,
“I don’t have to up and leave,
I can show him who I really am,
For true love cannot deceive.”
While the idea of revealing herself was frightening,
She knew it was the right choice,
For a marriage without love
Is not one to rejoice.
She heard the clock strike midnight,
And they watched before their eyes,
The fair and lovely Cinderella
Transform from her disguise.
Queen of the Cinders,
Dressed in dust and dirt,
Sits in the company of a prince,
Hoping her heart doesn’t get hurt.
“This is who I really am,” she said,
“My life at home is rough,
But I truly love you,
So I hope I am enough.”
The prince was in disbelief,
He’d never seen such magic in his life.
But from this ball he was quite certain
She was meant to be his wife.
He got down on one knee,
And marveled at her modesty,
Proposed to her instantly,
And thanked her for her honesty.
They now are happily married,
With clear communication,
They serve as an outstanding model
For couples throughout the nation.
To find the one you love,
One must be themselves,
For if he were to love a lie,
He’d truly love someone else.