Once upon a time Is a line I know so well It began all the stories of My optimistic youth The story goes: A young girl, an evil stepmother, Two Wicked sisters too. A charming Prince, a mystical kiss, A wish, some magic And a…

Dust and rags and broomsticks, She would wash and scrub and clean, Under the wrath of two step sisters, Who found joy in being mean, And a plump fairy godmother, With a crack upon her wand, Dooming every spell she ever cast, To go completely…