The prince is a jerk – needing a slipper to
convince himself she’s the one he met last night.
Were the lights too low or the lights too bright?
Her scheming sisters can’t believe it’s true –
how come their insipid semi-sibling who
they’ve kicked around for years now has a tight
fit (on her foot)? They’d thought she had a screw
missing, being so saintly. And were they right?
What the story doesn’t say is that a fortnight
after the marriage, bored, he’s had them too
and set them up in flats in town, to do
with them what his prim wife refused as not quite
proper. Is there a moral? If so, it’s trite –
whoever the bride, a prince needs a stripper. Or two . . .
First published in HQ 47&48