Once had beautiful glass slippers
walked with care lest they break
like Cinderella, lost them to you
but you let the wrong sister in
broke my slippers, leaving me a wooden nickel.
You made me forget that which was sacred
I lowered the drawbridge to let you in
but you borrowed a leaf from delilah
leaving me to the gators in the moat
and making me a wooden nickel.
But the guard’s back up again
with the archers to rival the elves
artists commissioned and working
to restore my broken glass slippers
because I will not let myself be a wooden nickel again.