Cinderella Syndrome
It’s the night before Christmas
And I’ve nothing to wear
My nails are all chipped
And there’s grey in my hair
My friends are out dancing
Wearing tinsel and holly
They’ve been on the booze
And they’re happy and jolly
I’m sat by the fire
Just like poor Cinderella
And wonder if Santa
Will bring me a fella
I’ve kissed a few frogs
I’ve met one or two swine
Where’s that Prince amongst men
That I can call mine?
Perhaps in the morning
Now this sounds quite shocking
I’ll awake and I’ll find
A nice man in my stocking
This is written in fun
I’m not lonely and sad
For this year of my life
Hasn’t really been bad
I’ve got family and friends
And I have my health too
Now pass me that broom
I have housework to do!
©Marian Barker
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