Winston T. Gylles

(Ottawa, Ontario, Canada)

The Princess Insulted


The beautificaeous Princess
dulling and uxorious
candorfed to mumpy ump
in rinnegain of his
daring drain

Still not appeased how
she bellosified intonatiously
borogoves scaldoffin
the head no less, rightly

Whence came the gribber
the winchamp swinging by
terrophized crowdzes hurling
epitaths of condored mustard

Nonetheless she blintstered
the offering, blinstered the scacrifice
scarfaced the giver's trouph
since knot appeased her haughtzes

Alzis doneis, the endof
with gnaut to shove in
on or out but for with whomsoever
standing - dead salute nor I

Submitted: Wednesday, December 05, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, December 05, 2012

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