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If The Shoe Fits


There once was a prince who wanted a princess But she came with some baggage and lots of excess Those fairy Godmothers buzzed around like gnats He wished sometimes they’d be chewed up by bats But, Cindy was hot so he could ignore the clamor Yet, she liked it fast and was hooked up in the glamour Those slippers she wore which were made up of glass She’d never take off which was a pain in the... Well you get the idea if she made a switch Her beauty be lost and she’d look like a witch So Charming was doomed to remain in the castle For leaving Cindy became a real hassle The three little pigs told him to scram ‘specially when he asked for eggs an some ham Snow White said having 8 dwarfs was daft Which insulted the prince since he was 5’5 an a half He went to Rapunzel with that long, golden hair But she wanted a million to hang in her lair Charming knew he had met his fate Although he thought, “I could clean the slate” So he bagged the fairies and tossed them away Had Cindy remove those slippers that day As she became nothing more than a peasant The prince decided this could be pleasant Gone was her beauty, the paparazzi and minions And when he looked down - WOW those were big bunions He looked at her feet– the slippers – and her toes “Ugh” he thought “Can I live with THOSE?” Cindy glared and for her slippers she reached And as they fell to the ground there was a loud screech Charming, he shouted as glass filled the floor For the slippers were broken, to be nevermore As Cindy’s rage filled the air He thought, “Well a million’s not bad to hang at the lair!” As he ran through the forest and over the hills Back at the castle Cindy was chill “Good Riddance” she thought, “and about time too” For Charming was a bore and besides only 5’2 Making her way to her bedroom she giggled Sat on the floor and her toes she did wiggle Cindy knew her fairy Godmothers took care Did the prince really think she had only one pair? As she opened her closet and pulled out a large box “Ahhh, my slippers,” she thought…”why Cindy you sly fox.”
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