This is the story of Rindercella and her Sugly Isters.
 
Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion.
Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and
shivelling shot. At the end of the day she was knucking fackered. The
sugly isters were right bugly asterds, one was called Mary Hinge, and
the other was  called Betty Swallocks, they were really forrible
huckers and had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The sugly isters had
tickets to go to the Ball, but the cotten runts would not let
Rindercella go. Suddenly there was a big bucking fan and her Gairy
Fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Fithole and she was a light
rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six white mice into a
hucking cuge farriage, with six dandy ronkeys, who had dig bicks and
bugh hollocks. The Gairy Fodmother told Rindercella to be back by
dimlight otherwise there would be a cucking falamity. At the Ball
Rindercella was dancing with the pransome Hince when suddenly the
clock struck dimlight, "Miste all Chucking Frighty", said
Rindercella. She ran out of the Ball tripping barse over ollocks,
dropping one of her Slass glippers. The next day the pransome Hince
came to Rindercellas door, to see who owned the Slass glipper. The
Sugly isters let the pransome Hince in. All of a sudden Betty
Swallocks lifted her leg and let of a fig bart.
"Who's fust jarted ?", asked the pransome Hince.
"Blame that fugly ucker over there.", said Mary Hinge.
When the stinking brown cloud had lifted the pransome Hince tried the
Slass glipper on both the Sugly isters feet, which stucking funk,
without success. Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted, and gave the
pransome Hince a nack in the kickers. This was not too difficult as he
had bucking fugh halls and a hig bard-on. He then tried the Slass
glipper on Rindercella, and it fitted pucking ferfectly.
Rindercella and the pransome Hince were married soon after and lived
their life in lucking fuxury.