No! Cut this piece here!
No! Not there!
Why didn’t you cut it right?
says Princess StepSister’s
jonesing for her next pork chop.
I would have finished
but you bellowed me away
in your Ugly StepSister voice
demanding from open refrigerator door
that collard greens must stop evaporating
behind your eyes.
Did you just call me a StepSister?
I’m just saying
you think you’re a Whatever Princess
but you don’t act like one
because, as you know,
princesses are always kind
and say please and thank you
and not whatever,
and seldom if ever bark and bite
at the hands created to lovingly feed them
for the next several years;
while Ugly StepSisters
act like whatever bullies,
talk like ballistic assault weapons.
Which is why
Cinderellas are originally selected to dance
with Prince Charmings,
and thereby become kind Princesses,
rather than stuck in Ugly StepSister roles and rules,
harping at Prince Charming Dads
to cut their pork chops faster,
if not yesterday.
Would you cut my pork please, in smaller pieces,
and not take your usual gimpy time, thank you?
Why of course my Princess,
I love to live your Prince Clumsy.