Cinderella’s Takedown

 

We knew they were wicked,

just didn’t know how.

Stepmom and two daughters,

one big as a sow.

 

Working with the Department,

along with the Prince,

I sought their employment

to get evidence.

 

I emptied their chamber pots,

cooked, swept the floors,

while searching the backrooms

and listening at doors.

 

I bowed and obeyed

while they teased and berated.

I played my part well

while I took notes and waited.

 

One evening while mending

her gown for the Ball,

I heard her conversing

with men in the hall.

 

To the dance, several kilos

of powder she’d bring.

I’d finally discovered

their drug smuggling ring.

 

I sneaked off to the Ball

with the help of some mice,

confidential informants

with blood cold as ice.

 

The Prince was there waiting

to lower the boom.

Stepmom got arrested

as she entered the room.

 

One of my “siblings”

took off out the door.

I ran after, and caught her,

but slipped on the floor.

 

I lost my best slipper

while aiding the sting,

But still got the Prince,

and still got a ring.