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Cinderella (The Gay Version)
There’s something that you didn’t know
Something they don’t want to show
You see, in reality, Miss Cinderella
Really was born a fella
He liked to dress up in drag
Where he was fabulous and not a dag
So ashamed was his stepmother
She kept from the world her daughters stepbrother
Worked him hard, almost to the bone
Took away his privileges, like the telephone
No more iPods or internet
Locked in the cellar where he slept
But he heard rumours of a club
The epitome of the social hub
Where girls ran off to find a prince
With tales so lovely they made him wince
Working hard, washing, ironing
He’s hears the whispers of his stepsisters pining
This Friday night was a ball
Everyone would be there, not at the mall
Poor Cindy, he wanted to go
But with his chores he was far too slow
He helped his hideous stepsisters dress
Made sure they didn’t look their best
Back in the cellar he made a plea
“Oh Fairy Godmother please help me”
In a flash, she appeared
More ugly than he had feared
“How child, can I help?”
Her voice rasping, almost making Cindy yelp
“I wa-want to go to the ball”
Cindy cried in a fervent call
His fairy godmother smiled back
And Cindy tried not to yack
She was ugly, what could she do?
To make him beautiful and not a fool
With a dramatic wave
She brought forth a group of slaves
They glammed poor Cindy up
He’d get through, he’d make the cut
A dress so lovely and fine
He was elegant and divine
Hair twirled up into a bun
With curls hanging loose just for fun
He was stunning, the belle of the ball
He’d find his prince and make him fall
Creeping up the cellar stairs
Cindy prayed no one was there
But all was quiet, all was safe
And in no time he was away
The bouncers, they let him through
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he whispered “phew”
Upon the dance floor, the most glorious sight
The sight alone almost made his night
The prince alone, no girl in his arms
Taking a breath, Cindy told himself there’d be no harm
He sauntered over, a nervous wreck
Sweat slipping and sliding down his neck
The prince looked up at him with a smile
And he and Cindy danced a while
Now fairy tales, they can come true
Though the how may surprise you
“I like men” the prince confessed
Cindy laughed, “I’m a man in a dress”
With a kiss the deal was sealed
The prince took him home, and all was revealed
Who says love can’t last forever?
When you take a chance and get a little clever.
© Indie Adams 2011
Something they don’t want to show
You see, in reality, Miss Cinderella
Really was born a fella
He liked to dress up in drag
Where he was fabulous and not a dag
So ashamed was his stepmother
She kept from the world her daughters stepbrother
Worked him hard, almost to the bone
Took away his privileges, like the telephone
No more iPods or internet
Locked in the cellar where he slept
But he heard rumours of a club
The epitome of the social hub
Where girls ran off to find a prince
With tales so lovely they made him wince
Working hard, washing, ironing
He’s hears the whispers of his stepsisters pining
This Friday night was a ball
Everyone would be there, not at the mall
Poor Cindy, he wanted to go
But with his chores he was far too slow
He helped his hideous stepsisters dress
Made sure they didn’t look their best
Back in the cellar he made a plea
“Oh Fairy Godmother please help me”
In a flash, she appeared
More ugly than he had feared
“How child, can I help?”
Her voice rasping, almost making Cindy yelp
“I wa-want to go to the ball”
Cindy cried in a fervent call
His fairy godmother smiled back
And Cindy tried not to yack
She was ugly, what could she do?
To make him beautiful and not a fool
With a dramatic wave
She brought forth a group of slaves
They glammed poor Cindy up
He’d get through, he’d make the cut
A dress so lovely and fine
He was elegant and divine
Hair twirled up into a bun
With curls hanging loose just for fun
He was stunning, the belle of the ball
He’d find his prince and make him fall
Creeping up the cellar stairs
Cindy prayed no one was there
But all was quiet, all was safe
And in no time he was away
The bouncers, they let him through
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he whispered “phew”
Upon the dance floor, the most glorious sight
The sight alone almost made his night
The prince alone, no girl in his arms
Taking a breath, Cindy told himself there’d be no harm
He sauntered over, a nervous wreck
Sweat slipping and sliding down his neck
The prince looked up at him with a smile
And he and Cindy danced a while
Now fairy tales, they can come true
Though the how may surprise you
“I like men” the prince confessed
Cindy laughed, “I’m a man in a dress”
With a kiss the deal was sealed
The prince took him home, and all was revealed
Who says love can’t last forever?
When you take a chance and get a little clever.
© Indie Adams 2011
Published 12th Sep 2011
| Edited 6th Mar 2012
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12th Sep 2011 8:39am
Very funny and for many, very real. My gay friends tell me I would get alot more dates if I were gay. Maybe so, maybe I'd meet my Prince Charming, but I know what would really happen if I were gay, my straight friends would tell me I'd get alot more dates if I were straight. The grass is always greener...
Well this was a fun read and made me laugh before bed, so who knows, maybe in my dreams tonight...
Well this was a fun read and made me laugh before bed, so who knows, maybe in my dreams tonight...
12th Jan 2015 10:59am
