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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required At the ball... At this point in the tale, a happy ending should be pending, But readers now are more demanding, And so, I'll tweak a bit the plot. Cinderella made an entrance like aurora borealis That sent a shockwave through the palace, "Who is this chick? Man, she is hot!" When the prince caught her attention, his anxieties enflamed him, But when she smiled, he overcame them, And asked her if she'd care to dance. The king and queen were sore relieved Because they'd had some apprehension, To girls he'd never paid attention, They thought him something of a "nance". But by the time the waltz was over he was thoroughly enraptured, This girl his royal heart had captured, And her to wed he was inclined. Mom and Dad looked on with pride, And it was then and there decided To get the two of them united Before the prince could change his mind. But he was well and truly hooked, and as to true love she surrendered, Cindy suddenly remembered She must be out of there by twelve. If she hung around too long Until the tower bell stopped tolling, The whole darn thing would start unrolling, The midnight knell would end the spell. So Cinderella fled the ball, but just before the spell was broken, She dropped a slipper as a token, And hoped the prince would come around. But when the clean-up crew was through, Along with hairpins and nail clippers, At least a dozen single slippers Had been turned in to Lost and Found. When the prince saw all those shoes, he didn't ponder which or whether, Just one was crystal, the rest leather, And he knew what he had to do. He had his mother pack a lunch, And Benzedrine he grabbed a fistful, Then off he shot just like a pistol In hot pursuit of that glass clue. To be continued...
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