Christine is a twenty three year old English major. She is currently waiting for a spot on the heart transplant registry after experiencing heart failure over 50 times. She was born in Orlando and has since moved to New York and finally was adopted in Michigan. She considers herself both a dog and 90's music enthusiast. Her interests include writing, pulling pranks on her family, watching horror movies, and bleaching her hair white despite her mother's dismay and objections. She loves to listen to 'back in my day' stories.
Water in Michigan
The rain falls heavy on the forest
Weighing down pine needles with dewy silver.
The trees will dry and straighten out their branches,
Back to before they were assaulted and held by water
They don’t remember
And have no need to forget.
A decade or so after happily ever after
Cinderella and the prince were desperate to pay the rent
So off to the factory she found herself sent.
There was no money, the prince spent it all.
The castle for sale went up that fall.
The mice sold to the circus as a last resort
By the prince who still came up quite short.
Her prince, now obese, sat at home on his ass
As Cinderella made ballroom slippers from glass.
She rolled up her sleeves and tied her hair back
Desperately picking up prince fatso’s slack.
She ignored the foreman’s rapey look,
And her meager salary home she took.
No happy ending for her would be,
Until charming’s coronary at 33.
She inherited it all, and became quite thrifty
And lived a long life to a hundred and fifty.
The town revived once the feasts did stop,
That the prince loved to throw with each new crop.
Townspeople rejoiced to have no more king,
But a queen; doing her best with everything.
So ends the tale of our Cinderella,
Who ruled much better without a fella.