Meeting Silver Princess
Silver princess was a regular maid from the valley
By day, a woman who was unassuming and kind
By night she was a super hero, storming the alley
Looking for thugs and rapists with an evil mind
We had heard of her of course, but thought she was a myth.
Until someone called us to Toby’s Street forthwith.
She was there in the flesh, dressed in armor on fire.
Built like a soldier, her smoldering look was quite dire.
Her legs rose forever from boots custom made.
She was obviously as dangerous as a croc from the glade.
I could not make eye contact; for she was intimidating as heck.
Some of the other soldiers did a quick genuflect.
Silver princess is real! How can this be? Asked my cousin Sid.
He did not believe she wore a cod piece either, but she certainly did.
I have never in my life met a more dangerous woman, ready to fight.
I cannot get her out of my head, trying as hard as I might.
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