Cinderella What Now

CINDERELLA WHAT NOW I’ve often seen you zoom past Mars, Blonde hair flowing and blowing In the breeze of the milky way, And its trillions of stars. I so longed for you to be mine, I imagined us sitting in the curve of the moon As it slowly began to wane, And we watched planet earth beneath us, And the gods of the seas sending tides Out, splashing foaming and dancing, Raging, loving that God and the Moon, Chose mother nature to run this chore, By being bossy and certainly imposing! Mystery girl what is your name, Is it true you are called Cinderella, You must be the fourth generation, And according to the invitation To the ball, your great grandparents were, Prince Charming and Cinderella The rich prince and the poor cinder girl With whom Prince Charming fell in love. And now you have all the wealth you need, Choose me, tell your dad what you really want, And take, a slight tumble, Learn to become a little humble. You have captivated my being, Only of you do I dream. I know you’re from Venus and hot, Many suitors you have got, From Jupiter, Mercury and Uranus, And Saturn, which one of us Will it be, For I want to marry you, I have no jewels To offer like the others, I am not poor, and will cherish you, And give you a good life, As my wife. Only love and devotion, From my heart with emotion. Pretty lady all will be disclosed At the Ball, at which your father Will name the lucky man. You are stunning, But for whom are you gunning? The night arrives, all the eligible Young men invited from every planet, Arrive in high tech space ships, Engineered to impress, Like your emerald studded green Much admired ball gown, gems in excess, Never in History has such a gown Been seen before, I’m on an emotional seesaw, Your green eyes seem cold, And your manner distant and bold. The suitor finally named, Prince Zuma From Jupiter and you will be Wife number ten. You must think long and hard About this wedding, You will be part of a harem, I whisper in her ear, I am leaving this pretentious scene I’m afraid this match might have a sad ending, You, being the subject of this plight., Should you need me, contact details In the hem of your pricey dress. Think hard, your life has Become quite a mess, Money has become your master, You are not thinking of forever after.