THE CHANGE PROMPT
The only constant in this world is change. Have you been affected by any changes lately? It could be your job, hobbies, or the people that you hang out with. Changes happen everyday. Is this your perspective in life? What triggers you to change? Write a poem about your changes.
Change is the only constant. I propose to change our Fairy Tales. Here's Cindrella with a twist.
Cinderella on Insta
In 2020 lockdown, a girl named Cinderella was stuck,
Living with bad roommates and even worse luck.
They kept the house dirty and her OCD kicked in,
She kept cleaning all the time, spreading herself too thin.
Between the non-stop zoom calls and the messy house,
She didn't have time to even wear a decent blouse,
Tiny, dirty, ragged, overworked and tired,
Her friends joked she was the maid they never hired.
Then one fine night, her friends got drunk and
Before they knew, an Insta live party was planned.
They finally had a chance to get ready,
To enjoy with others and dance already!
Cinderella looked at her pyjama
And said with a bit of melodrama,
No one really cares what I wear,
I'll wear my pyjama, to herself she declares.
The day of the party arrived,
Cinderella woke up, sleep deprived,
I cannot wear a pyjama, what was I thinking!
They already think I'm a maid, now they'll think I'm drinking.
As she worriedly cradled her coffee cup,
A shiny pop-up on her phone lit up.
"Are you looking for a dress to wear?
Our rented clothes will end your despair!"
For a second, Cinderella was creeped out,
What else does this app know about?
But then, the chance to reprieve her pride,
Made her put her worries aside.
She selected a subscription and paid the price,
Then found a dress that seemed nice.
The dress was to arrive at 8 pm that day,
And by 12 am that night, it had to be sent away.
When the dress arrived, she jumped up in joy,
All work and no play didn't make her no dull boy.
She was all pumped up to show them she was cool,
Yes, she loved cleaning, but she was no fool.
In her lovely black sequin dress,
The whole room she could possess,
She straightened up and puffed her hair
And walked through perfume in the air.
Then she turned on her Insta live,
Only to go into a major crash drive.
Everyone looked ragged and dirty,
Because, it was a PYJAMA PARTY.
Oh my god, Cindrella cried,
Her heart sank and died.
How? How could she not have known
That a pyjama party was being thrown?
As the others stared at her,
Things started to blur,
She excused herself and made a call,
Asking the app to reverse it all.
"Oh, but Ma'am, you have already paid,
Subscriptions cannot be cancelled, I'm afraid.
It is almost like you are now our slave,
You will take this subscription to your grave."
Dismayed, Cinderella looked at the watch,
It's almost 12 am, cried her fake Swatch.
In her mind, she made a devious plan,
She decided, she would convince the delivery man.
When the doorbell rang,
With her best smile, up she sprang.
"Oh hi there, how you doing?
How are things? What's brewing?"
And then when she looked at him,
She let out a squeal on a whim.
The delivery-man, Prince, looked amused.
His smile, naughty, but innocence infused.
Unable to let the drama on any more,
She told him the story of the dress she wore.
"Ah, I see, I understand your problem,
Get me a scissors and don't look so glum."
He took the scissors and expertly made a slit,
It looked like the dress was torn just a little bit.
Then he called the customer care and cried,
"This lady tore the dress and then denied!!
I strongly recommend we cancel her plan,
Women like her deserve a lifelong ban,
She cannot respect a dress as it is,
I say, we don't need you, sis."
Ten minutes later, her amount was refunded,
As she changed into pyjamas, her heart pounded.
Prince and she were engulfed in laughter
And they lived happily every after.
