Hi sharing a poem I wrote in 2012 as part of a writing workshop I was conducting for two of my friend’s daughters. We decided to revisit the fairy tales and give them a modern twist.
A 100 or maybe 1000 years ago, in a rather grim tone
Two brothers sat down to write a tome
About the ideal girl they’d like to meet
Pretty, timid, servile and sweet.
Needless to say an hour or so prior
Their landlady had threatened to set fire
To the two and their literary volumes
For non-payment of their dues.
They wrote about this girl and named her Ella
Who’d never lose her temper or ever grumble at these fellas
Who’d take all their bullshit
Serve ‘em tea, catch the mice and laugh at their wit.
They made her a beauteous being
And then they gave her a stepmother, real mean
A cross between their landlady and her surly brother
She had two other daughters to mother.
The brothers made sure that Ella’s two step-sisters
Were fashioned on the neighbourhood spinsters
Ladies who called a spade a spade
And in the bargain remained a maid.
Over the next few 1000 years, the characters became real
Living, breathing and dreaming in every single girl
Who thought it their duty to be pretty but dull
A million girls who tried to be servile
While the men, like the legendary prince, tried to be virile.
And then one day a girl looked up
And said, WTF I really hate getting dressed up!
She felt it was more fun
To join the spinsters for some rum
And a few dirty jokes about the prince and a naughty nun.
The prince, in the modern tale, waited at the ball
For the legendary beauty, fair and tall
But she was on her 3rd peg and joke number six
About another prince and his dirty, secret tricks.
The young prince did not really mind
That the ball had slipped the young beauty’s mind
Cause all said and done he preferred the older of the step-sisters.
At least she didn’t crack a joke when he tried to kiss her.