No Prince
There once was a prig in the mud.
His mouth full of dirt and no suds.
His serpentine tongue,
The poop that it flung -
No prince of the charm and no stud.
Fine dame was his choice for the hunt.
She rolled both her eyes - he’s too blunt.
The cock of his walk
and eyes that did gawk -
This ding-a-ling’s only a runt.
5/27/2019
Syllables 8/8/5/5/8
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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