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