Silvia the Slipper

by angel.wyatt

August 30, 2017

Silvia the slipper

was an old and worn out shoe

on Cinderella's foot she stayed

until one night she grew

Cindy's hair was flawless

and her dress a real treat

but the most exquisite items

were the slippers on her feet.

Silvia had changed, it seemed,

into a shoe of glass.

She was finally beautiful

and could forget her past

And as she made her way

down the stairs into the ball

her eyes were met fondly

by the most handsome shoe of all

Before she could breathe

it was time to go.

Cinderella took off running

but Silvia said NO!

It isn't fair to leave

if I just met my man

so you can leave without me, Cindy.

I hope you'll understand.

She threw herself off

and tumbled down the stairs

and waited an eternity

until her prince was there.

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angel.wyattAug 30, 2017

Silvia the slipperwas an old and worn out shoeon Cinderella's foot she stayeduntil one night she grewCindy's hair was flawlessand her dress a real treatbut the most exquisite itemswere the slippers on her feet.Silvia had changed, it seemed,into a shoe of glass.She was finally beautifuland could forget her pastAnd as she made her waydown the stairs into the ballher eyes were met fondlyby the most handsome shoe of allBefore she could breatheit was time to go.Cinderella took off runningbut Silvia said NO!It isn't fair to leaveif I just met my manso you can leave without me, Cindy.I hope you'll understand.She threw herself offand tumbled down the stairsand waited an eternityuntil her prince was there.