Do you remember when you used to read me fairy tales?
My favorite was always Cinderella,
A from rags to riches story,
It was an inspiration and a hope.
When it was coming to the end,
And she had to try on her own glass slipper,
To prove she was herself,
We always made the same joke,
I'd ask "But what if her feet had grown?"
And you'd reply "It would be unlucky for her"
And I asked you "why?"
"Because then she couldn't prove she was Cinderella and the Prince would move on."
And we'd laugh because it was silly,
Everybody knows the slipper fit her
And she become Queen,
Immortalized in story and song.
But irony bit me on the bum
I learned my lesson
To joke at the potential downfall of others
Until I was green in the gill,
Because I tried on my glass slipper
And tried walking around
But the shoes were too tight,
Tracing footsteps I could not fill.
