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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