The ugly sister, Alice, <br />glared at the mirror with reflected malice; <br />gave a grin <br />and blew a bubble; <br />stroked the stubble <br />on her chin <br />and simpered, in unbridled bliss, <br />'What a charmer I iss! ' <br />adding, with a grimace, <br />'Who's the prettier, glass face? ' <br /> <br />'Cinderella! <br />Cinderella. Cinderella. Cinderella. <br />Cinderella. Cinderella.' <br />The mirror twinkled a little wintry. <br />'Cinderella. Cinderella....' <br /> <br />The tiny fragments of splintery <br />glass were swept up by footman Fred. <br />'What a wolatile woman! ' Fred said. <br />'A weally, wolatile woman! ' <br /> <br />An officer guarded the small glass slipper, <br />passport to a prince and palace. <br />(But not for Alice.) <br /> <br />She squeezed and pressed and sqealed and swore <br />and gave a most almighty roar. <br /> <br />More fragments of splintering glass <br />were swept up by footman Fred. <br />'What a woracious woman! ' Fred said. <br />'A most woracious woman! ' <br /> <br />Cinderella slipped easily into the other shoe, <br />was whisked off in a guilded carriage <br />to a brave new world where her goodness drew <br />her, to liveried servants and a royal marriage! <br /> <br />And Alice? <br />She stumbled her bloody way <br />to a fate far worse than death. <br />To a tiny cell with walls of mirrors. <br />Unbreakable, bullet proof, everlasting glass! <br /> <br />(From Blondin & Other Poems)<br /><br />Brian Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cinderella-s-shoes/
