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Once long ago there lived a quiet girl,
Dressed in rags, her hair uncurled.
She cleaned and swept, dawn ‘til dusk
Without friends or love, or even lust.
Until one day, without fair warning
Approached a horseman happily trotting
Invitations, he bared, to a gala - a dance!
For which she would need, her look to enhance
After hours of tears her wishes were granted
A fairy godmother appeared from whom she was handed
Glass slippers, a dress, yellow ribbons, and yes!
Cinderella was ready, looking her best.
However there was, just one condition
“At the stroke of twelve,” the girl carefully listened,
“the magic is over, your time will expire,”
And under the pressure, Cinderella perspired
She arrived at the ball stunning as planned
Searching the room for her Prince Charming’s hand
It was love at first waltz, she knew it was true
However minutes were few, in fact there were two!
She ran away from the prince, her heart beating faster
“What a mess,” she thought, “what a royal disaster.”
The Prince chased her outside, under the stars and big dipper
But just one thing remained: a lonely glass slipper.
For a week to follow, he searched villages and towns
He was certain this girl was meant for the crown.
With no hope of success, Prince Charming, defeated
Was found cold and alone, in his throne seated
But then a test was proposed, an audition in some way
To help find the girl to be his bride one day
Each maiden would try the glass shoe on for fit
And with that simple logic, he’d find who was it!
When the day finally arrived, Cinderella was ready
True love was for them, the slipper was petty
Outside of the castle where this saga began
She looked in the doorway and spotted her man
She waited and watched the girls try and all fail
To put on her slipper, then suddenly a wail:
“It fits!” a voice cried, and boy was it loud,
The room turned to chaos, she fade in to the crowd.
Cinderella screamed, but her cries were smothered
Off rode her Prince Charming, in love with another.
And so is the story of a belle and her ball
The moral of course, prepare for the fall.
Dressed in rags, her hair uncurled.
She cleaned and swept, dawn ‘til dusk
Without friends or love, or even lust.
Until one day, without fair warning
Approached a horseman happily trotting
Invitations, he bared, to a gala - a dance!
For which she would need, her look to enhance
After hours of tears her wishes were granted
A fairy godmother appeared from whom she was handed
Glass slippers, a dress, yellow ribbons, and yes!
Cinderella was ready, looking her best.
However there was, just one condition
“At the stroke of twelve,” the girl carefully listened,
“the magic is over, your time will expire,”
And under the pressure, Cinderella perspired
She arrived at the ball stunning as planned
Searching the room for her Prince Charming’s hand
It was love at first waltz, she knew it was true
However minutes were few, in fact there were two!
She ran away from the prince, her heart beating faster
“What a mess,” she thought, “what a royal disaster.”
The Prince chased her outside, under the stars and big dipper
But just one thing remained: a lonely glass slipper.
For a week to follow, he searched villages and towns
He was certain this girl was meant for the crown.
With no hope of success, Prince Charming, defeated
Was found cold and alone, in his throne seated
But then a test was proposed, an audition in some way
To help find the girl to be his bride one day
Each maiden would try the glass shoe on for fit
And with that simple logic, he’d find who was it!
When the day finally arrived, Cinderella was ready
True love was for them, the slipper was petty
Outside of the castle where this saga began
She looked in the doorway and spotted her man
She waited and watched the girls try and all fail
To put on her slipper, then suddenly a wail:
“It fits!” a voice cried, and boy was it loud,
The room turned to chaos, she fade in to the crowd.
Cinderella screamed, but her cries were smothered
Off rode her Prince Charming, in love with another.
And so is the story of a belle and her ball
The moral of course, prepare for the fall.