Midnight calls...the pumpkin beckons...
Nights allure is fading...
Gather up your tattered gown...
Your coach of rodents ...waiting ..
Charming prince... of evening past...
Has shed your blurry glamor...
Clearing eyes...to his surprise...
You look just like his mama
Haha Haha
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
This poem builds the image of Cinderella until the last line where the joke sets in. Good one
Alas..the lass was but one eve..the dark of night..one candles light...she left behind a crystal slipper...truth be told...I won't miss her..
Lol Lol
Clever a one night stand then.
HAHAHA! James, this is hysterical! 🤣 Disney meets a drunken family reunion! Somebody better get that prince a therapist...and fast! LOL! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Hey, I laughed, so...mission accomplished! Well done
Lol thanks...that is the goal
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