Tinderella

We live in some ironic times. I am surrounded by men of every sort. Instead I choose my useless rhymes. Why that is? They simply do not want to court! The practice of courtship is dead, As much as the whole institute of marriage. Hard to wrap it around my head, I want no stupid pumpkin as my carriage! I posess some princess dresses, Long earrings, stockings, lace and, of course, high heels. Environment's too aggressive. On the way my carriage lost all of its wheels. I long to be Cinderella! Every girl dreams of that from an early age. I was mocked as tinderella. Please, do not lock me up in a golden cage! Take me to some Michelin dining. Surprise me, interest me, give me romance! I will be your all. No wining! Only then you would really have a chance. Take me to ballet, a movie. Tell me a story, perhaps a funny joke. I'll be either sweet or groovy. Or I can not curse or I can drink and smoke. Yes I'm very multi-sided, You mixed those sex/gender roles long time before. Content can not be divided, Accept me as I am and say no more.