Why Spoiled Misses Princess

Why spoiled misses princess... never wishes to awaken from pleasant snooze Appellation (with trailing switchback and/or additional colorful turns of phrases) emphasizing assigned nom de plume "princess goldilocks" hardly flattering compliment gently aforementioned sobriquet mocks, jabs, and stings painful as botox analogous when the Daily's (mean neighbors on Lantern Lane out in vinyl city Audubon Boondocks) hurled sizable rocks at our then spry hybrid shorthaired Boxer/Dalmatian, long since pushing up bonafied daisies, when I too sported crew cut, versus choicest hardiest, meatiest... most grooviest personal unorthodox hirsute with unmatched socks, yet parents, who (along with paternal grandpa Aaron Mary) scorned long hair donning pencil neck geeks as laughingstocks among cruel classmates, add diminutive physique topping off effeminate traits oft times purposely mistaken for a girl - courtesy beefy "jocks," which mine trademark lean nonestablishmentarian non mean mien gave bullies free license to rain taunts, they feigned threatening moves to clean out clocks belonging to self and other wimpy kids even tormenting old folks suffering dementia praecox, our ladies of perpetual responsibility this haint nun cents (think Garrison Keillor Prairie Home Companion) took me under their wing metaphorically inoculating yours truly as against some deadly pox at providential spiritual crossing divine intercession really rocks!