Two Young Princes

Two young princes, both bold and loud, Each quite certain he made Mum proud. One wore armor, shining and bright— The other wore socks that never matched right. One shouted, “Charge!” and raced with a roar, The other said, “Please, there’s mud on the floor.” One liked dragons, fire, and swords, The other preferred snacks and crossword boards. They fought (of course) like princes do: About who was taller, or who smelled like stew. They argued on horses, they argued on feet, They once had a duel with spoons in the street. One wanted wars and epic parades, The other liked naps and quiet shades. But every time the kingdom was stressed, Both young brothers did their best. For though they bickered night and noon, They howled at the same jokes under the moon. And deep in the palace, it’s widely known— They shared one brain... just loaned on loan. So here’s to princes, brave and absurd— Who ruled with laughter, not just the sword!