Happy Labor Day!

In its honor I will give you -- voila! -- a bad poem!

Cinderella

Do not lean against the door
Do not hesitate to enter
Do not mind the sound of protest.

You, too, shall be seated at the table
You, too, have the right to ask for more
To gravitate towards the center
To partake of all the best

But it's only in a fable
That Cinderella gets the prince.
In the story we live here
She is still the servant maid
Scorned and scolded ever since
The well-off felt the faintest fear
When their table had been laid
For one more china setting
And the doors were opened, letting
In the wind and soot.