What a ball...

Stokerella sobbed her heart out
and let the tear drops fall
when a voice called out behind her
you shall go to the ball
it was her fairy God stoker
in sequined tights and hat
complete with magic wheelspanner
and real gold screaming bats
the fairy waved her wheelspanner
and a flash split the night
for the spanner hit the fuze box 
and put out the lights
and the fairy was not bothered (much)
you're ready now my dear
but leave the ball by midnight
and get yourself back here
in tiddly togs she toddled off
for this was her big chance
but everyone ignored her
no one asked her to dance
at ten to twelve she called a cab
hacked off with this shower
but sad to say the cab did not come for half an hour
but at the stroke of midnight just as Stokerella feared
her dress tiara nicks and bra completely disappeared
stood there just clad in her wellies she quickly found
she was most popular of all the girls around
and here in lies the moral
Stokerella got her prince
and she hadn't looked back since
so, have a Merry Christmas
and of all your attributes
if you hang on to your wellies
you can always fill your boots