An Ode to Cinderella

Here's to Cinderella

You're a fool…

You're a tool…

Waltzing into that ball like that

Stunning the prince all like that

Kissing his face

Then ditching the place

Worrying about your midnight

Knowing it didn't matter if it was twilight

Dropping your clues

Maybe even your shoes

Hoping he'd come and find you

Just because of what you left behind you

Sitting at home all alone

Trying to atone

Not realizing that when you fled the place

He swept up not a trace

Forgetting all about you

Never finding your shoe

Just finding a different date