In Cinders Shoes

It is my one of the favourite poem:

Cindrella tripped and stumbled
Though the palace door
Perhaps that might have been becuase
Her feet were very

Glass shoes would pinch your toes and heels
And make your angles hurt
Not only that they would'nt hide
a single trace of dirt

Through in the end she really had
More luck than both her sisters,
Poor old Cinders must have had
Some big and painful blisters