Cinderella lays there
Golden locks sprawled about
Mixing with her crimson blood
As her sisters are heading out
Poor Miss Cinderella
Lays there in her wallow
No ones there to save her
From this horrid hallow
Mr. Prince is waiting
Seeing not his love
He can’t help but think
As he looks to the above
Poor poor prince doth wait
As the dancing proceeds
Lady after lady asks
But all against his creeds
The prince and Cinderella
Will never meet and dine
A happy ever after
Never will they live
A contest entry
- Rapunzel by autarky.
750 points, ended February 20, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
So?
Comments
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I really liked it. But one this kind of threw me off- the last stanza didn't rhyme like the others.
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why so cynical today?
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its for a contest.
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oh...i sorry. i didnt see that. esh good.
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