Chimney Princess

By Jay-Mie on 30th Aug 2020

Migrant Writers of Hong Kong


By the power graced from my wok

I call upon the gods and the goddesses

Hear ye! Hear ye!

I have my own fairytale to share!


From the village I came

To the palace where I am in

Bowing down to her royal highness

A curtsy to his majesty


In their land

I am Snow white with no seven dwarfs

Just my little prince, a naughty ward

Wakes me up by his kiss and gives me apples too


I am no Aurora, the sleeping beauty

'Coz I'm awake till dawn

Scribbling and fiddling

Solving some puzzling thoughts


From my high tower

I always look down

No prince in waiting, neither will I hear

Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair!


Cleaning clutters, sweeping litters

Washing bins and keeping dishes

Striking pans and tossing fiddles

Be my guest, be my guest, Belle beauty said


Singing nursery rhymes

And never the songs I like

Let it go! Can't hold it back anymore

The frozen queen Elsa that I am


Six days in tattered clothes

Hair always in a whimzy bun

With the mops and the dusters in each hand

The mice will be dancing with her tonight


Later when the clock strikes twelve

My fairy godmother will come

With the stroke of her wand

Bibbidi bobbidi boo!!!

Tomorrow I will be Cinderella 😊


Nemy Lou



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