Cinderella Reworked

Up I look and I am shaken,

For I am awaken,

By the most beautiful dame.

Now we all know how it would be a shame

If I did not dance with her at my ball.

I hope I will fall

For this magical broad

As she has already gnawed

Her way into my heart.

Her gorgeous gown of silky blues

with sparkly glass shoes

She does stand out from the fields

Of grey and black that yield

The rest of the partygoers use to dress.

Now, it would be my guess

That she is not used to this much attention

For she looks as beautiful as a gentian.

She is all I can see in my heart.

As she draws near,

I call to the dear,

And ask for her hand in this dance.

I ask if I can have a chance

To get to know

Everything about her although,

I would like to start with her name

As she is to blame

For the stutter in my heart.

My name is Cinderella she says.

Through further discussion as

we glide and pivot about

I learn tonight is her first night out.

She has evil steps using her as a slave

And would like to work her to the grave.

When the clock strikes midnight

She runs in fright.

In her clutches is my heart.

But look! There is a glass shoe stuck

On the stairs in some muck.

It is a much-needed clue

I will find her with the shoe.

If I can find who it will fit

Then I will commit

Myself to the owner

And no longer be a loner.

For Cinderella is my heart.

There is one house left to check

Before my hopes become a wreck.

But I have finally found my love

And will now propose of

Marriage as she is the perfect broad

Who has gnawed

Her way into my heart.