I could sit and cry
about step-mom misfortune
or heave long sighs
for step-sisters importune
but sitting by the cinders
alone every eve
I decided with
Fairy good luck
My fortune
I’ll weave.
So mice-eaten books
became horses for my dreams
and a pumpkin-pie recipe
my sustenance means
One day I sold a pie
In a palace like bakery
But step-mom misfortune
Couldn’t shy from her treachery
She made me forget
To carry a mark of reference
Now how would prince fortune
Mark his preference
But luck shined brightly
As the prince was persistent
No one but only me
He was quite insistent!
The slipper shaped pie mould,
I had hurriedly left back
The prince knew
Only I had a pair and
He followed that track
From house to house they searched
And finally found me
Today with my prince I live
And we run the Palace bakery!
(Included in an anthology with the theme fairy tales with a modern twist )
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