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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426073" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tarantella for Cinderella - Parody Hilaire BELLOC - Tarantella</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426073" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Do you remember the Ball, Cinderella, do you recall the Ball? <br>And the prancing, glancing, dancing <br>of blissed eyes Do you remember the Ball, Cinderella, do you recall the Ball? <br>And the prancing, glancing, dancing <br>of blissed eyes Chance kissed romancing; <br>and the breeeze teasing sneeze when I fell to my knees with a bawl, <br>winter freezing causing wheezing, seizing me just when advancing, <br>causing you to forestall! <br>shining goblets fine wine full, lining guzzling gullets, free for all, <br>the vicious suspicious looks of ambitious <br>matrons with delicious daughters on call! <br>supercallifragilisticexpialidocious withal! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426073" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Do you remember the Ball, Cinderella, do you recall the free-for-all brawl? <br>Then the clock that twelve struck when luck ran amuck<br>when the slipper slipped ‘mid many<br>that it didn’t fit, - not any, neither Terri, Tonie, Jenny, - <br>And the hammering on the doors and the din? <br>And the hip! hop! hap! of the clap <br>of the reins on the rump on the pump-<br>kin’s horses clancing, prancing, fading hooves distancing.<br>Waiting not, with forceful trot they went, with wings lent, <br>and tlic! tloc! knock echoed far...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426073" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Do you remember the Ball, Cinderella, do you recall the Ball? <br>Never more, Cinderella, what a bore! Only the fairy foresaw<br>the slipper left standing at the door. No trace! – none at all, <br>in the walls of the Hall where falls the face<br>of the Prince rincing eyes, for the foot-falls<br>echo like the boom of doom in an empty room<br>while the footman horsing around with the kitchen maid<br>made merry with the sherry on the fly which wasn't very<br>prim and proper till p'lice copper came and played<br>on his whistle calling order be obeyed <br>with his siren shrilling, silver badge displayed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426073" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In this New Year now I'm chasing shadows everywhere retracing<br>Cinderella's steps my heart can't bear replacing, <br>pacing here and there and up and down unlacing<br>treasured slipper pleasure's promise acts as casing, <br>spacing out without her footloose pulse a-racing, <br>only pain remains it seems, vain dreams embracing...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a></strong></div>