The Smallest Calf
The prince was very pertinacious,
picky to the 'nth' degree,
inclined to be quite perspicacious
as he pondered 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!
Now the Prince was quite the leg man,
boobs and bums bored him to death,
skinny thighs 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,
and her winning testament!
(...a challenge from another site
to write a piece with this title.)
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009
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