(Yes, it's been a while...)
Flipping through pages on a summer day
Found I, a story most usual. Dare I do now to say.
There once did live a princess young, a princess who did speak.
She talked to one, one who was I and I do now repeat.
She talked through song, a lovely rhyme
Melodious full, to word and line.
Talked she of treats, talked she of sights
More magnificent than could imagine anyone’s mind.
A worldly galore, sparkling oceans
Sparkling stones, shiny shores.
Such a view, painted the dame
Promising carousel in loving fantasy’s name
She talked of exquisite dines
Made only more lovely by crooners' lines
Berlin, burlesque; Madrid, merengue
Each one resounding her lonesome den.
But she forgot to tell tales that needed telling
Perhaps, her own world needed more unveiling.
For she a princess in her lusty mansion couldn’t see
The bricks that had needed laying for her lusty mansion to be.
She looks too oft in the mirror that she adores
And thinks too oft of the oceans in galore.
She forges lies, she always has, as has her world around
In an empty world, the noise can sometimes break the flight of the truth’s sound.
Of loving ecstasy there isn't much to say.
Said she, “Come now my prince if you may.
Caress me now, don't stress your brow
And at once, do kiss and show me how.
...And the frog said to the princess,
“Another time, my lovely. And another frog.
I fancy my slimy world to your worldly slime.”
Flipping through pages on a summer day
Found I, a story most usual. Dare I do now to say.
There once did live a princess young, a princess who did speak.
She talked to one, one who was I and I do now repeat.
She talked through song, a lovely rhyme
Melodious full, to word and line.
Talked she of treats, talked she of sights
More magnificent than could imagine anyone’s mind.
A worldly galore, sparkling oceans
Sparkling stones, shiny shores.
Such a view, painted the dame
Promising carousel in loving fantasy’s name
She talked of exquisite dines
Made only more lovely by crooners' lines
Berlin, burlesque; Madrid, merengue
Each one resounding her lonesome den.
But she forgot to tell tales that needed telling
Perhaps, her own world needed more unveiling.
For she a princess in her lusty mansion couldn’t see
The bricks that had needed laying for her lusty mansion to be.
She looks too oft in the mirror that she adores
And thinks too oft of the oceans in galore.
She forges lies, she always has, as has her world around
In an empty world, the noise can sometimes break the flight of the truth’s sound.
Of loving ecstasy there isn't much to say.
Said she, “Come now my prince if you may.
Caress me now, don't stress your brow
And at once, do kiss and show me how.
...And the frog said to the princess,
“Another time, my lovely. And another frog.
I fancy my slimy world to your worldly slime.”
