The cross-dressing prince knocked on the cottage door
intent on finding the other foot of the splendid slipper
it felt so good on his foot
and showed off his pedicure ever so nicely
he just had to have them both even if he had to beg for them
She opened the door
he fell to his knees grabbed her hand and kissed it
“pardon me my lady but will you please—“
“Why of course I will!” she squealed
She ran to her bedroom to retrieve the other slipper
and the rest of few belongings
the prince winked at his footmen
“that was easy enough”
he could imagine his footsies
nice and snug inside the scrumptious slippers
he thought perhaps
he would give the peasant girl
a few pieces of gold for her trouble
“Goodbye you old hags! I’m moving out!”
She shouted as she came toward him “I’m gonna marry me a prince!”
The Prince’s face fell
The footmen snickered
vainly he tried to squeak an appeal “B-but”
“No buts about it buster!” she snapped.
“…and give me my other shoe.
You’re getting fingerprints all over it!”
(and they lived happily ever after, after all?)
