She’s the coal that taints the snow-white skin,
A stray crimson lock in a head full of gold,
The open-mouthed drool ruining a sleeping portrait,
A croak in the throat of a mermaid’s bargain.
She’s the ugly stepsister,
Nameless save for her ill-favoured countenance.
Motivation for ballroom sabotage?
Well, if the shoe fits-
Ten crushed toes
In a kingdom of glass slippers
And pumpkin carriages,
She’s the scene after the clock strikes midnight:
Butlers now lizards,
Stallions now mice,
Abandoned in a stew of squash on the roadside.
Only, she does not use magic to trick princes.
She has no fairy godmother,
No family of animals or any kinship at all.
She has no cinders to her name,
And motivation, ignited by a palace
Where the prince of charm
Tames petty prettiness,
A mould not befitting of
The Ugly Stepsister.