As I read this fine story about Ella
and I think of her funny wit
I reminisce on her ratty umbrella,
and I think her stepmom a twit.
She has a prince falling all over her,
she was graceful, not as much,
has to punish herself from this curse,
when all she desires is his touch.
She doesn't have the time of day,
but she can speak Kyrrian,
she can't teach you how to curtsy,
but she can teach you of Ayorthaian.
She may not be like Hattie or Olive,
she may not be polished at sight,
but as far as my opinion goes,
she's a radiant, shining light.
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