A Poem for the Traditional Poetry Contest |
Making it to the Ball A long time ago in a city so fine Was a young girl way ahead of her time Full of knowledge and great pride Yet her two ugly sisters made her hide A life of servitude day after day Cleaning, sweeping all the cobwebs away One fine day a letter did come The sisters and mum set to a run To reach the letter and get it out As they did they began to shout ""A ball being held at the palace hooray"" ""Now hurry dear daughters we have but a day"" The girl who was cleaning said "can we all go?" To which they replied with a resounding "NO" "You will help to make us look fine" "For that charming prince, oh he’s so divine" The mother spoke and said "right then girls" "Hair up in rags to get wonderful curls" "We must hurry, and get into town" "To pick out the most stunning gown" Off set the three of them quick as a flash Ready to spend some serious cash The girl left behind fell to the floor Their taunting laughs cut to the core Drying her eyes, and blowing her nose She looked down at her old tattered clothes The day drew on as she did all the chores Cleaning the windows and polishing floors The sisters arrived with their mother in tow Sending the young girl to the basement below The women got ready and donned their best wear Fixing their makeup and fixing their hair The coach outside was ready for the off Each leaving the house with a terrible scoff The young girl returned to the kitchen above Where she found a lovely pink silky glove A noise outside seemed to come near Yet the young girl did not show fear A lady appeared with a sparkling wand She looked to the girl who seemed very fond “A balls being held at the palace tonight" "I have come to help your plight” A few magical flicks and a look of delight “Your ready my dear, be back by midnight” She climbed in the carriage being towed by the horse “Remember midnight”, “oh yeas ma’am of course” Inside the palace it was all frightfully prim And in that instance she spotted him The prince himself, what a charming man Her sisters and mother, his biggest fan The man looked across and saw the young girl And right at the moment he felt his heart whirl Never seeing such beauty before He set off towards her across the floor Seizing his moment, he took his chance And asked her if he could have this dance For the rest of the evening locked in embrace Each of them exploring the other ones face The girl raised her head to glance at the time Horror stuck as it began to chime Pulling away with a worry in mind A way out was needed, a way she must find Raising her dress she set off at a trot Would she make it back or not? Running now as fast as she could A short cut ahead if she went through the wood The Prince tried to chase her, to find out her name Yet people kept stopping him, blast royal fame Ahead on the stairs was a solitary shoe In that instance he knew what to do The following day the prince hatched a plan For this he needed his top man To take the shoe and go out to find The woman he danced with who played on his mind Women in town each had a try To get on the shoe that they tried to pry The sisters tried, but try as they might It was obvious they were not the ones from the night Then the young girl appeared in her tatty old dress A sight to behold, even beyond all the mess The girl was the only woman left in the town “Please try on this shoe” said the man with a frown She looked at her sisters, and then to her Mother “It must be hers” said the man to another She placed her foot inside the shoe “At last we have found her, from this wonderful clue” A man entered the house and stood in the hall “It is you who I danced with at the ball” The Prince was smitten, and so was she And that is the end of this story |