Cinderella not yet so neat

Aged slippers on her feet

In a grimy gown

Rains dirt on our pretty town

Her hair of tarnish grey

Still remains the same till this bitter day

Recieving no love from her evil step-sister

But one day hoping to find her true mister

Selling papers on the street

Cinderella stays sweet

Days went by and years went by but finally it rain

Her prince in shinning armor which was hers to claim

Glassy glass slippers shelterd her feet

With a grown that was oh so sparkly and neat

A curfew of 12 midnight is all that holds Cinderella like a helm

Bong 12 o'clock is here now she is to overwhelm

Quickly but swiftly she makes a getaway

But on her way there laid a glass slipper left astray

Now and surely she learns the truth

Deceased her beauty and her youth

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