The prince had his nails did,
royally chillaxin’ in a chair;
a manicure fit for a king,
(or, perhaps a queen, but
we’ll not venture there.)
Young damsels heave heavy
sighs at even the mere tho’t;
no, not of bedding his highness,
but of his radiant beauty,
so natural, not store bought.
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
why are we none so fair as he?”
'Cuz he’s the fairest of them all,
oh foolish maids, and his
Prince Charming you'll never be!
oh foolish maids, and his
Prince Charming you'll never be!
~gj duerrschmidt
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