that stepshoe is too tight the sisters wailed
and who wears see-through shoes that's anyone anyway
they sniffed though not in unison
but it was too late for complaining now
when Disney birds flew through the grate to
dress her hair with roses and with key in beak
one bluebird springs the door
and she's downstairs in time from the dream crumb attic floor
that's their rude ceiling
and in a pink sprigged gown with mint green leaves
to hear the intuitive Regent say
but there's one more, isn't there?
how glittery shone the shoe on its real owner
if diamonds could speak, they would be her.
now Light has come we'll all dress bright as day
sang Cinderella
as ashen faced the sour-pussed
passed away
mary angela douglas 22 april 2014
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