Limerick Poem by Dee Snuts

There was a prince who had a ball
On all the kingdoms he did call
They all did arrive
Including his bride
She was the prettiest of all

She wore a dress of a deep red
This woman that the prince would wed
There was another
Unlike another
Whose dress color was like she bled

Now this princess became jealous
She asked her butler Marcellus
'That dress is like mine,
But she looks more divine.'
'Madam, don't be overzealous.'

But the princess could not help it
She began to think with her wit
'Could tear it to strips
But look at her hips'
So instead she just had a fit

The princess went over, enraged
'This is my ball I am engaged!
You can't copy me
Just wait and you'll see.'
'Your Highness, you look like you've aged.'

The princess had thrown the first punch
Her face became an ugly scrunch
Thus the fight begun
Who would be the one
To wear the dress for the whole bunch?

The princesses had went at it
Making sure the other was hit
Their boyfriends had laughed
But each other's craft
Made them join the girls in the pit

Now all the royals had a fight
And it ruined many a night
It could've been stopped
If they only thought
To wear a dress made of bright white

And so my dear friends, we have learned
If you don't want your castle burned
Do not wear the same
As someone with fame
You ought to have that dress returned