Poetry Blogs (Prince)
The peasants have gatecrashed the reception
And made a beeline for the buffet plates,
The guests are appalled
Saying “Let’s get them hauled
To the dungeons before it’s too late”.
There’s a tramp hiding under the table,
A pheasant leg clamped in his teeth.
He’ll gnaw to the bone
While the table guests groan
About the smell that wafts up from beneath.
Sunday 20th May 2018 10:29 am
I live in castles all over from here to Germany,
I don't get what I want always.
I get what I need, somehow.
I got what I deserved.
I do not share,
I'm very greedy.
I earned this?
My kingdom as fallen like a feather,
Torn down by the evil gnomes hunating me.
I've ruined my density,
These gnomes turn into a demon at the flick...
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 12:30 pm