Tough Luck Kid
By bunce
Cinders dear I have some news That will really rot your britches They're going to the ball without you The rotten pair of bitches It seems that all the maidens in the land Will have a go for the princes hand Everyone that is but me A kitchen maid I'll always be They could have bought a dishlex To get these dishes clean And as for all this dusting There's been no sign of Mr Sheen My whirlpools sick with suds clog Permanent pantry never call And now they come and tell me I'm not invited to the ball Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 07:55 PM PST 10 • 0 • 14
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"Cinders dear I have some news..."