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Content Rating Notice:  Recommended for Readers 18 Years and Older Only
  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Comedy >> ID #741083  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Saturday Night at the Glass Slipper
Disney Under-World
Rated:
18+
by
Avg Rating: (18)
Chip 'n Dale are waggin their tails
and pulling their nuts out of hiding.
On the main stage dances Belle in a cage,
next to Jasmyne and the pole that she's riding.

Mr. Scrooge McDuck seems to not give a f***
that he's losing his cash to a dog,
whose laughter and brain seem to directly pertain
to the pot cloud that is causing a fog.

There Mowgli stands with two drinks in his hands
while Aladdin "rubs lamp" in the corner.
Cinderella's passed out from having a bout
of fist-to-cuffs with her bitch of a mother.

As the night rages on, Eeyore puts on sad songs
to inspire his suicide plot,
but Pooh screws his design by barfing up wine
all over the note he just wrote.

When three chimes the clock, the partying stops
and Eisner hauls their asses back home,
for another fun day of rugrats at play
until another Glass Slipper Saturday comes.

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