Do you recall, Cinderella at the ball?: A poem

There’s no ash in the wash 

There’s no bash in the posh 

Jashmina, do you recall 

who was Cinderella at the ball? 

The prince never did party 

It was never hearty 

For the ends are loose 

There’s a bend in the shoes 

One thinks one can choose 

But one is alone between the twos 

Your pumpkin is only tin 

Even ignorance is a sin 

His cavalry may fear the fight 

But he doesn’t lose his might 

And treachery may be the weather 

The storm will not compel me to tether!