He obliged Cinderella to sit down, and, putting the slipper to her little foot, he found it went on very easily, and fitted her as if it had been made of wax.
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Cinderella
Written by j. kimball and d. vidal, 1984
Found on perspective.
I was out last night having a ball
And comin home, I wasnt thinkin nothin at all
And there on the sidewalk what did I see
A little glass slipper starin back at me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Well Im not superstitious but Im smarter than I seem
And I knew it was love, if you know what I mean
When I saw that slipper it occurred to me
The shoe fit her and she fit me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
Cinderella
Now the other girls hold no fascination for me
I just think of her wherever she may be
I will search my whole life through
cause no one else will ever do
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
She will give my heart a home
Until that day Ill be alone
With just a slipper and a dream
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
Oo (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
song performed by by America
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32 - Cinderella
Running towards her pumpkin
At the stroke of midnight
Her lost slipper upon the stair
In the silver majestic moonlight
The fairytale turns to dust
As the witching hour begins
Down in the forgotten cellar
Her sorrow and pain she sings
So not to loose her memories of this night’s enchantment
She tearfully produces ink of thoughts onto peasant parchment
Recumbent but weary on her bed of mice invested hay
Crying her self to sleep still and alone Cinderella lay
The next morning prince charming comes round
With the clear glass slipper he had found
A gentleman he lowers down on one knee, while Cinderella sits
Drawing eloquent smiles as the slipper perfectly fits
poem by Nicola Burkett
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Abused Cinderella
Cinderella was a nice gal
Always did what she was told
Put others before herself
Cinderella had lots of hopes and dreams
One day in the town she heard of the ball
CInderella wanted to go
Really really bad
Her step mom gave her touble
Her sisters were ok
But she never went
Beucase no one cared
Poor cinderella cried
Dreams really don't come true
Fairytales are fake
Cinderella never found her prince
She never really went to any ball
She lost all her hopes and dreams in life
Cinderella never got a granted wish
Poor cinderella
True love never found her
When she was old
Cinderella died an old maid
When Cinderella went to heaven
She was treated like a real princess
Angels planed a ball for her
And made her a pretty white gown
Jesus danced with her
Then he took her by the hand
And led her to her handsome chosen prince
It was all worth the shattered hopes
And dreams in life
To have a fairytale ending in heaven
poem by Bella Ravenstar
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Cinderella's Shoes
The ugly sister, Alice,
glared at the mirror with reflected malice;
gave a grin
and blew a bubble;
stroked the stubble
on her chin
and simpered, in unbridled bliss,
'What a charmer I iss! '
adding, with a grimace,
'Who's the prettier, glass face? '
'Cinderella!
Cinderella. Cinderella. Cinderella.
Cinderella. Cinderella.'
The mirror twinkled a little wintry.
'Cinderella. Cinderella....'
The tiny fragments of splintery
glass were swept up by footman Fred.
'What a wolatile woman! ' Fred said.
'A weally, wolatile woman! '
An officer guarded the small glass slipper,
passport to a prince and palace.
(But not for Alice.)
She queezed and pressed and sqealed and swore
and gave a most almighty roar.
More fragments of splintering glass
were swept up by footman Fred.
'What a woracious woman! ' Fred said.
'A most woracious woman! '
Cinderella slipped easily into the other shoe,
was whisked off in a guilded carriage
to a brave new world where her goodness drew
her, to liveried servants and a royal marriage!
And Alice?
She stumbled her bloody way
to a fate far worse than death.
To a tiny cell with walls of mirrors.
Unbreakable, bullet proof, everlasting glass!
(From Blondin & Other Poems)
poem by Brian Taylor
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Cinderellas Ride
Cinderellas ride
Oh Jack O'Lantern burning bright
A carriage you will be this very night
To seek you out and lay a trail
To find her love, she will not fail.
This carriage she will doubtless find,
Made by a fairy with spell to bind.
Four mice were changed to pull the thing.
She tried to teach them, but they couldn't sing.
To the castle, the carriage then will fly
Up the staircase she'll be by and by.
In a room at the top where the ball is held
Together they danced and he excelled
Danced and danced as much as they could
Ignoring all while on the hardwood
She knew of her fate should she stay too late
What godmothers create end when out on a date
She had to leave quick, said she was sick
Then ran from the prince ending this frolic
In her speed to depart, she left a small part
A little glass slipper and a piece of her heart
The prince tried and tried, but no foot could be tied
Into the glass slipper he held at his side
Until the day he went a bit astray
And placed on the foot of this lovely chambermaid
It was a fit to be tied so then at his side
Came the lovely Cinderella as they went outside
There next to his carriage was a little disparage
A Jack O Lantern and four mice ready to trudge
poem by James Casey
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Tarantella for Cinderella - Parody Hilaire BELLOC - Tarantella
Do you remember the Ball, Cinderella, do you recall the Ball?
And the prancing, glancing, dancing
of blissed eyes Do you remember the Ball, Cinderella, do you recall the Ball?
And the prancing, glancing, dancing
of blissed eyes Chance kissed romancing;
and the breeeze teasing sneeze when I fell to my knees with a bawl,
winter freezing causing wheezing, seizing me just when advancing,
causing you to forestall!
shining goblets fine wine full, lining guzzling gullets, free for all,
the vicious suspicious looks of ambitious
matrons with delicious daughters on call!
supercallifragilisticexpialidocious withal!
Do you remember the Ball, Cinderella, do you recall the free-for-all brawl?
Then the clock that twelve struck when luck ran amuck
when the slipper slipped ‘mid many
that it didn’t fit, - not any, neither Terri, Tonie, Jenny, -
And the hammering on the doors and the din?
And the hip! hop! hap! of the clap
of the reins on the rump on the pump-
kin’s horses clancing, prancing, fading hooves distancing.
Waiting not, with forceful trot they went, with wings lent,
and tlic! tloc! knock echoed far...
Do you remember the Ball, Cinderella, do you recall the Ball?
Never more, Cinderella, what a bore! Only the fairy foresaw
the slipper left standing at the door. No trace! – none at all,
in the walls of the Hall where falls the face
of the Prince rincing eyes, for the foot-falls
echo like the boom of doom in an empty room
while the footman horsing around with the kitchen maid
made merry with the sherry on the fly which wasn't very
prim and proper till p'lice copper came and played
on his whistle calling order be obeyed
with his siren shrilling, silver badge displayed.
In this New Year now I'm chasing shadows everywhere retracing
Cinderella's steps my heart can't bear replacing,
pacing here and there and up and down unlacing
treasured slipper pleasure's promise acts as casing,
spacing out without her footloose pulse a-racing,
only pain remains it seems, vain dreams embracing...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A fairytale life
I am no Cinderella
And I have no knight and shining amour
Nor am I sleeping beauty,
Whose prince woke her with a kiss.
I am simply the girl,
Whose foot the glass slipper did not fit.
The Rapunzel whose hair the prince could not reach.
The mermaid who did not get kissed before sunset on that fatal third day.
My story doesn’t end with a ‘happy ever after’
I’m no princess and my life is no fairytale.
But who needs fairytales
When everything I have, is all I will ever need.
poem by Nangula Nafuka
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Cinderella Lied
cinderella lied,
she never lost her glass slipper
only her virginity...
and so did he,
(the prince, i mean)
he lost himself inside her,
somewhere deep between the sheets
(between the lines)
and between the sheets
he read her passion
felt her lust
grasped her thrust
cinderella lied
poem by Riel Tizzano
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Modern Cinderella
I'm a modern Cinderella.
I wish I was more like Twighlight's Bella.
But i'm locked away.
It's like that everyday.
I'm the modern Cinderella.
I wish I was the Enchanted Ella.
My family wants to get rid of me.
This no one really sees.
I'm the Modern Cinderella.
Never mind Bella.
I'm meeting you for the very first time.
This the day I challenge my self to sing 'The Climb.'
I'm the modern Cinderella
Never mind Ella.
We feel in love at first sight.
Now the clock strikes midnight.
I'm the modern Cinderella.
Never the orginal.
Never mind Bella.
Never mind Ella.
I don't run in flight.
I'm prepared to fight.
I'm the modern Cinderella.
See me as I am.
See the real me.
Not the person I pretened to be.
I'm the modern Cinderella.
Nothing like the original.
Not like Bella.
Not like Ella.
Now i've found my modern Prince.
I am me.
I'm the Modern Cinderella....
poem by Desiree Bradford
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Myth and reality
How everyone in the universe painted dragon:
India
China
Germany?
There was this dragon.
This is not a myth.
How the lovers dream about
Kings and Queens,
The Palace,
The glass slipper
About Cinderella?
This is the reality.
I live in Jerusalem and the dream and
The legend is reality
I am wearing a sandal on Cinderella, at
Street alley
I watch My kingdom
That your image
Engraved.
from Crops of Madness
poem by Shoshana Vegh
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5. A Happy Ending
Champagne party popping corks
People meeting having talks
Moonlight shining having walks
On her dance card names she chalks
Take the floor with people dancing
Many beaus their arms are chancing
Hoping for some fine romancing
Ladies over masks are glancing
Fancy ball-gown’s what a sight
Swirling round throughout the night
Twelve o’clock strikes one take’s flight
From the prince as change she might
Through the garden as she rushes
Lost a slipper by some bushes
Cannot stop so onward rushes
Breathing heavy face now flushes
Prince goes searching far and wide
For slippers foot to fit inside
Cinderella’s foot he tried
And she became the prince’s bride
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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The Memory's in The Characters
Goofy is just crazy, Mickey is real cool,
Minnie is so pretty, all Pluto does is drool!
Mortimer is evil, and Pete is too,
Jafar wants the magic lamp, but they'd run if you said 'Boo'.
Snow White has found her prince, Cinderella has lost her slipper,
Sleeping Beauty has been wakened, and Ariel lost her flipper!
So people who read this poem, you can see that I was busy,
But remember who the creator was, Mr. Walt Disney!
poem by Walter Elias Disney
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Linen Hankerchief
Does anyone still make use of the linen handkerchief?
Does anyone still take the time to starch and iron,
Fold and press into triangle or square?
Many and varied the role of this flimsy accessory!
To dab one’s eyes, or nose; or after rain, I suppose –
To dab discreetly at one’s hair.
Then there’s the dapper suit with its lively pocket adornment;
A love token waved, or given away –
A Cinderella’s slipper found by a favoured gent.
Man and woman and child alike for reasons unbeknownst
May stash one on their person quite unbidden.
A lot of fuss over nothing much: this strangest piece of linen.
poem by Jean Renwick
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If we have not quiet in our minds, outward comfort will do no more for us than a golden slipper on a gouty foot.
quote by John Bunyan
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If This Were a Fairy Tale
you say that you like me
but you say that we cant
be together for now
but lets take a chance?
in the book titled 'your life'
im just another chapter
this isnt a fairy tale
so i cant promise a 'happily ever after'
but if this were a fairy tale
it would be alice in wonderland
so much craziness going on
can you really understand?
she fell into a sleep and
escaped from the world she knew
i wanna BE that outlet
help you find something totally new
probably your hurting
like totally confused
from a past-time with someone
that left you feeling worthless and used
so then youll be like cinderella
screw the evil stepsisters
sneak out at night
come and get your glass slipper
he will be waiting for you
clasping the other slipper in hand
like the start of a new begininng
the other shoe helps you stand
and even at the midnight stroke
when your riches vanish into thin air
he still chases after you
no matter how sloppy you clothes, he doesnt care
so you say you like me
but you say that we cant
be together for now
but when your ready, lets take that chance
Miss Cinderella's forgotten shoe
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella!
I reckoned my dreams would materialize true
When I stared into those beautiful eyes of you
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe
I stand here in line in thy awaited queue
You enlighten from the limousine
I’m waiting for that heavenly sign
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
What has become of you?
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe
So many miles I flew
Yet you have no clue
Of how much we can chew
Without your shoe, there is no preview
Of the fairy tale we could pursue
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
Can’t you see this love tattoo?
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe
And now you have left the venue
Thoughts of your forgotten shoe
I will cherish and value
So close, so near, almost there
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
If only you could undo
And cast behind thy forgotten shoe
But thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe
So the prince is gone
Life goes on
But my love for you is not withdrawn!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Im not that Cinderella
I'm not that Cinderella, ,
I’m not right all the time,
And I’m not gonna sit in a cold, dusty old attic,
Just Waiting and waiting for that someone to come and find me.
And then one day I realized,
The fariytale life just isnt the life for me.
I'm not that Cinderella.
I know that one day will be the day I'll find someone who loves me,
who needs me,
Who wants me for my heart and soul,
and not just a pretty face,
and he’s isn’t scared to show that he loves me.
A one who will see
that I’m pleased who I am,
I’m not that Cinderella.
I can chase my own Monsters,
Out of my room.
I Can dream my own dreams,
But maybe not accomplish them.
And my knight in shining armour,
Is upto me.
I'm not that Cinderella.
I don't wanna be like anyone else,
I wanna be an individual,
Not like the pretty girls you see in the story books,
JUST ME (:
I'm not that Cinderella.
poem by Mikaiila .S.
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I'm Staying Me! ! ! ! ! ! !
where are my hopes
where are my dreams
my Cinderella story scene
when do you think
they'll finally see..........
that I'm not not not
like other people, you see in the hall
I'm the new new new girl
I'm the stranger
for that I have to fall?
I'm the new girl
I'm the weird-o
I'm the mystery.......
I'm not not not
like the other people
I'm just just just like you
you were supposed to be my prince charming
in my Cinderella story scene
but you left left left
me all alone
I was too much to handle
so now I'll just just just say.......
I found my hope
and
I found my dreams
I don't need a Cinderella story scene
I don't care if people see............
because I'm
not not not
like other people
you see in the hall
and I'm
just just just
who I want to be
and I don't care
if I fall
so go go go
and run away
from me
because what you don't don't don't
see
is I'm staying me!
this is a song and it sounds weird without the beat
so please tell me how you think it is
and what I can do to improve it
thank you
poem by No Reason To Care
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A lolly walk and our slippers
I never like to have a new slipper from you
And never like to go to a rain
And neverwish to bring a bottle of beer
and not make up night to fall on us
the sobriety of our youth never want to shed down
Now I wish to wear my own slipper
I like to go out in my own slippers in this moon
And wish to pick flowers in our gardens....
poem by Thampi KEE
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