April poem no. 18

This is another old poem -- a fun one I developed from a class assignment to write something that when read aloud, uses a lot of teeth and mouth. So, read it aloud and see how the words feel in your mouth.

Cinderella, Revisited

In the hushed and hollow chamber
She crouched shivering at the hearthstone
Skimpily clad in clammy chemise and skivvies
The incessant cinders swept into the crackling ashes
The pitchfork stuck in the pile of muck in the corner
The screeches and screams of
Her fat flatulent sisters finally ceased
Bedecked, bejeweled and befuddled
They parted in their livery
Into the black celestial night
To trample the toes and hearts of their pitiful twirling partners

While she huddled and willed her
Wishes to fruition, and alas they were
By three miniscule mice and a miraculous squash
Plucked fresh from the pumpkin patch.