The Smallest Calf

The Prince was wicked pertinacious, picky to the 'nth' degree, inclined to be quite perspicacious when considering Number Three. The first had sadly disappointed, not come up to scratch, you see, and number two was ill-appointed for a run at royalty. His Princess must be slim and cracking! all the things a bride should be; the first two had been sadly lacking, weighing in at 203! And the Prince was quite the ' leg man,' boobs and bums bored him to death, skinny 'gams' got his attention, drove him wild, he'd gasp for breath! Number Three was pert and potent! slender legs her argument, half the size of each opponent, her big edge? the smallest calf! ******** ...a challenge to write a poem with this particular title, I deliberately avoided LIVESTOCK!