The Prince
The older lady dreamt she married a prince!
Whose face, unfortunately, reassembled a quince.
So much money...why....she had plenty. But love?
She longed for sultry-eyes, with young knights aplenty.
Knights with rich full hair of all colors.
And dreamy eyes only of hypnotic lovers!
Stuck with that Quince, who looked more like a Mince.
Planned to ran to another land, his face, she could not stand!
2-18-2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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