Cinderella Makes An Appointment

I feel like my wit should be dry
Instead of my skin. My wallet fat
Instead of my shin. My vision far-reaching
Instead of my toes. (Indeed I often check,
When my feet are smelling, to make sure
That what is running, is my nose.)
I feel there’s no use dwelling
On heels, instead of in villas.
But it’s hard when you need a night
Out, and your feet are like Godzilla’s.

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