And now for something a little light, a little fun, and a lot corny (pun intended.)
L.L. Barkat and Tweetspeak Poetry have put out a glass slipper sonnet challenge.
What If? (A Glass Slipper Sonnet)
What if she hadn’t slipped slipper from foot?
What if she’d hurtled headlong down the stair?
Would an ungraceful girlfriend be giv’n the boot
if she flipped or flopped or flew through the air?
What if her tootsies throbbed from the twirling
and pert puffy pedes blew up fragile glass
to sent shoe shards swirling in bright prism’d bling
that showered and powdered the ballroom en masse?
What if then barefoot she danced through the night
floating on diamond dust carpet and shimmer
if when clock clanged she took flight from the light
without a glass slipper–better to dimmer?
No slipper, no fitting, no knee on the bend
so this story would have a much different end.
If we have not quiet in our minds, outward comfort will do no more for us than a golden slipper on a gouty foot. ~John Bunyan