Cinderella was all ready to go to the ball, when her period started. She was out of feminine hygiene products; what to do, what do, she fretted as she sat crying by the fireplace.
Suddenly in a poof of smoke and light, a fairy godmother appeared. “Why are you crying, dear child?” She inquired.
“Oh fairy godmother, I'm all ready for the ball tonight, but I've started my period. I have no tampons, and my beautiful dress will be ruined! I can't go!” She wailed.
“Never say, “can't,” child! Now let's see… Aha! That pumpkin over there will do nicely” She waved her magic wand, and the pumpkin was magically transformed into a tampon! “Now heed my words, Cinderella. You must return before the stroke of midnight! When the palace clock strikes twelve, the magic will fail, and your tampon will turn back into a pumpkin!”
Cinderella was overjoyed! “Thank you, thank you, fairy godmother! I promise to be home by midnight!” And off she went.
The fairy godmother waited for Cinderella to return. Midnight passed, then one o'clock, then two. Finally, Cinderella came staggering through door, clothes rumpled and missing a shoe. An enigmatic and dreamy smile lit up her face.
“Well Cinderella, what happened?” she inquired gently. “Why didn't you return by midnight?”
“I was getting ready to leave, fairy godmother, but I met a man. So tall and handsome, so charming!”
“You met the prince?” The fairy godmother clapped her hands in joy. “How wonderful!”
“No,” said Cinderella slyly, “It wasn't the Prince. His name was Peter. Peter Pumpkin Eater!”
Oh, I know the Cajun version of this joke, and, if you'll forgive me, I think it's better. You have to hear it in a Cajun accent, though:
Cinderella Trahan is sitting by the fire, cryin' and cryin', and she be so boudé. (Sad.) Suddenly her Fairy Grandmaman appears. "Cinderella Trahan, why you cryin'?"
"Oh, Fairy Grandmaman, I cain't go to da Fais do-do!"
"Why you cain't go to da fais do-do, cher?"
"Because I ain't got me no pretty pretty party dress."
The Fairy Granmaman waivers her magic boudin, and...POOF...Cinderella has her pretty pretty party dress.
Cinderella says, "Oh, tank you, Fairy Grandmaman, but I ain't got no way to go."
The Fairy Granmaman waives her magic boudin, and...POOF...suddenly appears a beautiful baby blue Cadillac.
"Oh, tank you, Fairy Grandmaman!!"
But the Fairy Grandmaman cautions her: "If you are not back home by midnight, your pussy will turn into a pumpkin!"
Cinderella Trahan's eyes go wide and she swears she will be home by 11. Then she goes off to the fais do-do in her baby blue Cadillac. There, she meets a handsome Prince, and she dances with him. They dance and dance. Suddenly, the clock begins to strike 12. BONG. BONG. Cinderella breaks away from him, saying, "I got to go!"
He says, "You can't go now...it's early yet."
She says, "Oh, no...I got to GO!" And turns to run.
The Prince says, "But I don't even know your name...."
She tosses off, "It's Cinderella Trahan, but I really got to go...I have to be home by midnight!"
He shouts after her, "My name is Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater."
And she stops, turns, and says, "Well..maybe I could stay 'til 2."