Prince Imperfect Poem by Andrew Lockley

Your prince of the castle and the land
Bellow your perfect voice grand,
Wallow in fine food and wine
And dance the ball joyous times.
Handsome and humorous host
But in his wealth he wanted most,
To love a women so ordinary
And treasure her stolen heart so merry.
This vast kingdom that hes alone
Is but of gray bricks not a home,
Prince of perfect and of all
But left an empty heart to toil.
Wishes for a princess to stay
The imperfect prince will wait today.