After The Ball

Wake up to the day, Sleeping Beauty

Dust the cobwebs from your head

The coffee is strong

And your prince has gone

Now that his lust is fed.

Kick off your heels, Cinderella

Those blisters have started to bleed

The birds flew the coop

The Prince has been duped

And your pumpkin has gone to seed.

Run far while you can, precious Belle

Use your knowledge and find a way

The spell’s been released

And your Prince is a beast

Who insists you must now obey.

Step out of the kitchen, Tiana

And see what your life has become

The liar, the dog

Your Prince, the frog

Bedded everyone under the sun.

(c) Elvira Berezowsky