Morgane A Heyne

No Prince - Poem by Morgane A Heyne

This is a tale of royalty,
And how deceiving they can be.
For every prince, my child you see,
Knows of dishonesty.

He's blue and lordly,
Fair and Bright,
And also smart as whip.
He's handsome and good-hearted,
And sweeps you off your feet.
But if you read between the lines,
You'll see his perfidy.

Between each chapter he rolls in hay,
And leaves you home to weep.
For he is king among his kind,
Of lustful devotees.

And trust me now, for well i know,
How devious they can be.
These perfect men with long dark hair
And eyes the tint of see.

Now please my dear, lift up your pen,
And rewrite these accounts.
Make young prince charming miserable,
Before another tart he mounts.
Morgane Heyne

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 30, 2013

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