23 May 2012
Big dressed with whale bone corsets,
Faces all powdered and perfect.
Masks just to keep the mystery...
Their identities they wish to protect.
But the champagne has been flowing,
Some guests have become just wrecks.
Their dances no longer in time...
Clearly from practice neglect.
Yet something shines through it all,
A beauty that is quite select.
All men wish to court her,
But she only really rejects.
She only has eyes for the host.
A gentleman she can only reflect.
She danced the last dance with him,
And gave him quite a affect.
She turned and ran away...
His face fell with utter deject.
But the clock stroked twelve of course...
What did he really expect?
Cinderella • Opuss № I