Cinderella Smells a Rat 



So, 
the clock strikes midnight 
and that’s 
the end of it? 

The mice turn back,
a lost shoe? 
(The damned things were 
killing her feet, anyway.) 

Listen, Pumpkin:
after all that, 
if he only recognizes you 
by size 
(aching feet or otherwise)

maybe it’s time to for you 
to steal a real horse 
and shoo
,
before the prince can say 
(bibbidi bobbidi) 
                        

                                 boo. 

::

In April, we poem.

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