Once upon a time, far, far away There was a kingdom where horses ate hay. And so did their ruler, for you see, She too was a horse. Well, not technically. Deep in the night, a guardsman cries, "Hark! Who belongs to those lips which glow in the dark?" "Why ‘tis I, only I who goes there, for I am the princess with the orange hair." The Princess of Orange had returned With the suitable name that she had earned. The people of her kingdom shivered with fright Whenever their princess was in sight. "First of all," she roared, "There are two issues at hand. One, burritos are good. Two, all Speedos are banned." "What!" cried the crowd, for they were all shocked. Then spoke up the Lady of the Lemon Locks. "But my dear princess, burritos give you gas. "Shut up!" cried the princess. "Or I’ll shove your Speedo up your ass. That will prevent you from farting and wasting it When instead you could enjoy burping and tasting it." "What!" cried the Lad of the Lovely Locks. He had ironed his shirt and had nice clean socks. "Do you dare talk to my ex-lady like that? Well, I think that besides your lips, you look like a rat." The kingdom was quiet, there was a kind of a hush. The indignant princess’s face was in full flush. She was so shocked, for once she could not speak So she decided to just turn the other cheek. Ten strong men fell when she turned her butt. Five more were injured when they got attacked by her gut. The princess was about to dash out her brain When she spied The Stranger with a Long Gold Chain. "Stranger, stranger! Do not turn away, I need your opinion, so will you please stay? I know that I’m pretty and cool, naturally of course. So don’t you agree, I don’t look like a horse!" "My darling dear," the chained stranger said. "I wish with my heart you were rotting and dead. Your breath travels way faster than light. And honey, believe me. It smells like a fright. Your lips are too big, but enough about that. If I dared hug you, I smother in your fat. Your boxers are well, I guess you say lovely, But your makeup and hair are pretty damn ugly." The princess ran, her heart broken in two. She never imagined that she smelled like poo-poo. She ran screaming and went wailing away Leaving behind her a trail of hay. No one in the kingdom mourned the loss Of the princess with hair the color of apple sauce, Quaker Oats greatest consumer of porridge, The horrible, hated, Princess of Orange.
"I've got to say it. This is my masterpiece. It's my favorite poem. It took absolutely no thought. Heather said, 'Write a poem.' So, I sat down and wrote a poem. It took half an hour. Brilliant." -- me. Treva.
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