In the Kingdom of CoolTune
One bebop goes the Grandfather clock
Midnight! CinderSue hides behind a curtain.
Two bebops & Cinder’s tiara turns to crickets
Three bebops & her pearly bees buzz off
Four bebops & her dresskites take flight.
At twelve bebops she’s a wreck of lost spells
Racing down palace steps, losing a slippersong
Scooping onto a pumpkin as white mice jiveout
Fairy Godsong’s garden has run out of time.
CinderSue cradles her one crystal slippersong
Rests on her cinders & cries lots of jangles
Weeps salty bluestunes, as she recalls the one
Greatest talespin of her whole sooty life.
But the Crown Prince of CoolTune is smitten.
His servingsteps slide away on swift hipsters
Searching for his mystery maiden & soon
CinderSue’s stepugglies wriggle their toes
But no! It’s CinderSue’s delicate arch & heel
Sliding into her crystal slippersong. Hurrah!
So the servingslides rush her off to the palace
Where the Queen of CoolTune gives her a bath
A new dress, a new hairdo, an old string of beads
& yes! The Prince of CoolTune proclaims his heart.
Then an old bluescrone wrapped all in black
Slips into the Queenrock’s imperial shack
Majesty, what have you done? she whispers
A Cinder to serve as the Princess of CoolTune?
She could give you a TinEar for an heir.
Oh weary the bleak nights for Cinder’s not fit
Only metal will do for the Kingdom of CoolTune.
So, a cellarjoint is furnished with buckets of ore
Cinder’s handed a blaster & sent down to smelt.
She swoonders & tindles ’til moles hear her sobs
& they burrow off to a dragonboasts’s lair.
He zooms to her cellar, sears Cinder with flame
& Voila! A totally rad Jazzmine appears.
Time for all belljigs to chime wedding airs
Jazzmine & her Prince juke on without fail
They rollick and romp and kick up their heels
The grooviest couple in CoolTune—ever.
Maggie Koger grew up loving southern stories in all their excellence and heartbreak. Living in the Boise Valley, she's made many friends from Arkansas and nearby regions who came here to live. Her husband's family is from Tennessee where vegetables are not cooked until they're fried. And they visit the Florida Panhandle every year to luxuriate in the sand and sea.