Making It To The Ball

Making it to the Ball

A long time ago in a city so fine
Was a young girl way ahead of her time
Full of knowledge and great pride
Yet her two ugly sisters made her hide
A life of servitude day after day
Cleaning, sweeping all the cobwebs away
One fine day a letter did come
The sisters and mum set to a run
To reach the letter and get it out
As they did they began to shout
""A ball being held at the palace hooray""
""Now hurry dear daughters we have but a day""
The girl who was cleaning said "can we all go?"
To which they replied with a resounding "NO"
"You will help to make us look fine"
"For that charming prince, oh he’s so divine"
The mother spoke and said "right then girls"
"Hair up in rags to get wonderful curls"
"We must hurry, and get into town"
"To pick out the most stunning gown"
Off set the three of them quick as a flash
Ready to spend some serious cash
The girl left behind fell to the floor
Their taunting laughs cut to the core
Drying her eyes, and blowing her nose
She looked down at her old tattered clothes
The day drew on as she did all the chores
Cleaning the windows and polishing floors
The sisters arrived with their mother in tow
Sending the young girl to the basement below
The women got ready and donned their best wear
Fixing their makeup and fixing their hair
The coach outside was ready for the off
Each leaving the house with a terrible scoff
The young girl returned to the kitchen above
Where she found a lovely pink silky glove
A noise outside seemed to come near
Yet the young girl did not show fear
A lady appeared with a sparkling wand
She looked to the girl who seemed very fond
“A balls being held at the palace tonight"
"I have come to help your plight”
A few magical flicks and a look of delight
“Your ready my dear, be back by midnight”
She climbed in the carriage being towed by the horse
“Remember midnight”, “oh yeas ma’am of course”
Inside the palace it was all frightfully prim
And in that instance she spotted him
The prince himself, what a charming man
Her sisters and mother, his biggest fan
The man looked across and saw the young girl
And right at the moment he felt his heart whirl
Never seeing such beauty before
He set off towards her across the floor
Seizing his moment, he took his chance
And asked her if he could have this dance
For the rest of the evening locked in embrace
Each of them exploring the other ones face
The girl raised her head to glance at the time
Horror stuck as it began to chime
Pulling away with a worry in mind
A way out was needed, a way she must find
Raising her dress she set off at a trot
Would she make it back or not?
Running now as fast as she could
A short cut ahead if she went through the wood
The Prince tried to chase her, to find out her name
Yet people kept stopping him, blast royal fame
Ahead on the stairs was a solitary shoe
In that instance he knew what to do
The following day the prince hatched a plan
For this he needed his top man
To take the shoe and go out to find
The woman he danced with who played on his mind
Women in town each had a try
To get on the shoe that they tried to pry
The sisters tried, but try as they might
It was obvious they were not the ones from the night
Then the young girl appeared in her tatty old dress
A sight to behold, even beyond all the mess
The girl was the only woman left in the town
“Please try on this shoe” said the man with a frown
She looked at her sisters, and then to her Mother
“It must be hers” said the man to another
She placed her foot inside the shoe
“At last we have found her, from this wonderful clue”
A man entered the house and stood in the hall
“It is you who I danced with at the ball”
The Prince was smitten, and so was she
And that is the end of this story