Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011


by Isabelle Coy-Dibley

As Cinderella bit her nails
And slyly scratched her ass,
The Prince realized pretty quick
That she had little class.
Now the Prince’s father gave him
Total warning of this,
But his passionate lust was too
Strong for just a kiss.
What were the chances the slipper
Would fit just one of all?
Was she the only size three
Out of the Royal Ball?
Advertise for just a shoe size
Don’t ask about a skill,
And what do you expect? He found
She was a real pill.
At the time Cinderella was
An innocent virgin bride
And the prince had prevailed with
His arrogance and pride,
But after their initial honeymoon
She was utterly perplexed
With the constant regime
Of having sex.
You see, Cinderella’s lustful spell
Was completely undone,
When it became all about
Procreating a son.
And when it came to finding
The significant clit,
She found out too late that,
Oh shit, he bit.
His moves didn’t work on the
Dream Girl he thought he had.
They moved to separate beds and
God they were glad.
How the Prince wished that he could be
Disinherited and poor
Rather than live in this fake
Happily ever after anymore.

Added: 30.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


Humourous and easy to read


very thoughtful alternate ending to cinderella story based on reality.


A bit crude but nice and honest! Problem with speedy marriages eh!?