Cinderella’s got a problem
A big problem at that
Cos after all the dancing
Her ankles have grown fat
And when Charming comes calling
Her slipper will not fit
No matter how she tries to raise
Her feet up when she sits
So she’s vexing and she’s worried
Cos her fairy’s not about
To vanish all the puffiness
And answer Cinder’s shouts
And thus she’s dammed by cankles
To spend the rest of days
A slave to nature’s problems
Of oedema’s horrid ways
I took a lift to the top floor
And there a ballroom spread
A beautiful, outstanding room
With windows laced in lead
And in the air ethereal sounds
Of Waltz from days gone by
The violins in harmony
Playing under starlit sky
And there upon the dance floor
In gowns from ancient day
The ladies with their gentlemen
Dancing the night away
Then in the midst I spotted him
The son of Grantham town
From statue had alighted
With gravity come down
Dispersing all the colours
In a spectrum of delight
With grace and understanding
To glide with step so light
And by the name of Isaac
He waltzed til crow did call
The ghost of Newton dancing
In the ballroom of Guildhall
Time and Motion (Photo credit: Dave Pearson)
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