That’s it, then. Cinderella’s got her prince.
Ditto Snow White. Aladdin’s struck it rich.
Jack’s Giant’s in retirement long since.
We’ve booed and hissed at every ugly witch.
The curtain falls on Truth and Good restored,
and we troop home, the final chorus sung,
happy each Jack is by his Jill adored,
forever beautiful, forever young;
not thinking how their stories might go on -
Aladdin take up drugs, the Princes turned
two-timers, drunkards, all their riches gone,
Snow White go grey, and Cinders end up spurned.
But never mind their future overspending;
tonight they’ve served. We’ve had our happy ending.
D. A. Prince
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