She rushed away and left me here last night,
Upon the steps she left me here last night,
Because the clock was chiming she took flight.
I saw her gown disappear into rags,
The sequined silk was now scullery rags,
A servant’s dress she made with veggie bags.
The Prince of charm was looking high and low,
He looked here and there, above and below,
But no one knew where the pretty girl go.
His quest to find the girl to be his bride,
The only girl that could e’er be his bride
But first on her foot I must gently glide.
Ev’ry girl tried and tried to make it be,
But Cinders is the one who’ll step in me.
Form: Blues Sonnet