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Cinderella: A panto-rhyme!

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This is a play done to rhyme which I wrote a while ago. It is a pantomime put to rhyme or as I call it, a ‘panto-rhyme’!

Narrators: Once upon a time, a long while ago,

There lived a girl who you might know,

She was a beautiful child, with flowing blonde hair,

Who had a charming persona, and a life without care,

She lived with her sisters, heartless and cruel,

Who made her life painful, and made her eat gruel.

She was soley in charge of their washing and keep,

But all she got in return was some straw on to sleep,

Then one fine day, a messenger came,

Bearing a message which was to bring her great fame.

The ugly sisters enter the stage and hear a knocking on the door. Instead of answering, they shout for Cinderella.

Sisters (together): Cinders! Cinders!

Sister 1: Where is that dreadful girl?

Cinders (enter left): Here I am. What is it?

Sister 2: The DOOR. Answer it.

Cinders answers the door and a messenger hands her a letter.

Narrators: The messenger gave her an envelope of gold.

‘The Prince invites you to a party’, she was told.

Sister 1: Fame? The Prince? (Pushes past narrators) Let me have it.

Sister 2: No, me first!

The sisters rush towards Cinderella, fighting to get the letter first. Sister 2 gets the letter first and rips it open. Sister 1 looks over her shoulder trying to read what is written on the paper.

Narrators: The prince was handsome, rich and tall,

And had invited all three to his birthday ball,

As the sisters envied the way Cinders did look,

They said she couldn’t go, ‘cos she had to cook.

The night of the ball eventually came,

And the sisters proved a real pain.

Despite their fine dresses they still looked rough,

And when Cinders complained, they just said ….

Sisters (together): Tough!

Narrators: So the sisters went, leaving Cinders alone,

Feeling sad, like a dog with no bone.

Cinderella: Oh why won’t they let me go to the ball,

Do they think the prince could in love with me fall?

Narrators: Then out of thin air did an old lady appear,

And Cinders thought it was something  to fear,

The lady said she was a fairy called Flo,

And to the ball, Cinders would go.

She waved her wand, made a dress and a broach,

And then in a flash there was also a coach.

Fairy Godmother: Off to the ball, put your foot to the floor,

But come back at twelve and not a minute more.

Narrators: Cinders was made up, she felt such glee,

With her golden slippers and her bag on her knee.

When she arrived at the party and walked down the stairs,

The guests looked approving while the sisters did glare.

The sisters looked on, their eyes full of envy,

Jealous of the dress she wore, ‘cos it was so trendy.

But when the prince did see her, he knew that they must dance,

Her fair hand in marriage he might one day chance.

They danced until midnight, the clock it did chime,

And then she remembered her godmother’s rhyme.

Cinders: I’m sorry to leave you, no offence is meant,

You’re been quite charming, a scholar and a gent.

Narrator: So into the night, Cinders did hurry,

Hoping the prince would not see her grubby,

Her clothes turned back to her working attire,

Smelling of dust and an old car tyre.

When she got home, her shoe she’d not got,

She said to herself….

Cinders: Oh what a clot!

 

Narrators: The next day came, the house she must clean,

And Cinders believed it had all been a dream,

Until at eleven came a knock at the door,

And there was a messenger with her shoe in his claw.

Messenger: The owner of this slipper, the prince he will marry,

So round the kingdom this shoe I must carry.

Narrators: The sisters hurried to try it on,

But when it wouldn’t fit, they wanted him gone.

Messenger: No wait …

Narrators: … said the messenger …

Messenger: There’s one more to try.

Narrators: And over to Cinders he nearly did fly.

The shoe it did fit, she felt so glad,

Thinking her kids would call the prince dad.

The wedding day came, the Prince looked so fine,

And Cinders herself looked truly divine.

Her bridal dress was white and grand,

And on her finger sat a fine wedding band.

The wedding feast was lavish, the sisters got fatter,

And they all lived happily ever after.

 

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Written by Andy Watt

February 9, 2011 at 6:20 pm

Posted in Script

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