I think that I could play a part,
A love for panto's in my heart,
If I played the part of Cinders
I'd mop the floor and clean the winders (sic)
But if the Fairy Godmother I should be,
I'd wave my wand and sing with glee,
Creating horses from common mice,
And making Cinders look so nice.
An ugly sister? I'd love the chance!
To steal the tickets for the dance,
And tell that Cinders she can't attend,
She has to clean out the U bend!
The Prince? That I should aim so high!
To lead the dance and slap my thigh!
'Till midnight strikes upon the clock,
And Cinders has inflamed my heart
(Couldn't think of a rhyme there!)