A great dane parading along like royalty
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I-n
Z-oo
A-re
D-oing
E-verything
P-eople
I-magine,
D-eriving
E-xpectations
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Liza P. Depidep)
He spreads his lordly cape to slow his descent, gloved talons softly gripping metal throne, his obsidian pallium opulent and ominous. Empowered by wonder and awe, I swallow fear, holding the chthonic messenger’s gaze
Curiosity binds us
The vigilant Seraphim turns
Doohickey thought she should wear the crown
Gizmo huffed off in her greenish gown
Dofunny Dingus laughed and got crazy sick
Steam on the What-not-shelf was truly thick.
more gracious than royalty
she glided through the park
her hair up in a chignon
her shoulders bare
beneath that lucky parasol
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The noble lady was full of ire.
Her drunken knight had pissed out her evening fire.
So now she sought warmth by his sleeping horse,
and indulged in some heated intercourse
with the knight's drop-dead handsome squire.
When the prince first stood naked before his new bride,
his disappointed was a little hard to hide.
Had he given all those red rubies
just to get these tiny little boobies?
Squire! Get the horses ready! We're going for a ride!"
When the princess first saw the prince's little wiener,
her pretty face betrayed an instant change in her demeanor.
She thought with a frown,
“This is a big step down.
I saw much bigger dicks when I was a teener.”
What is royalty like, it seems serene
Many fancy dresses and fancy sets
It’s a dream, to be treated like a queen
But is also settle for a princess
So I hope you’ll treat me like a princess
Let me ride passenger in you pickup
And bring me gifts or flower, let me guess
But it’s the love the feels like good luck
So in the end I’d settle for your love
Better than any gift that I could get
Because love is what I value above
True love is above other ones I’ve met
Love is royal, on it you can depend
To be royal is love to the end
Pristine the canvas displayed before all
Begging color and stroke, a master's mind
Brush kisses pallete, intentions will fall
Pulse soars, paint flies, never leaves her behind
Lifetimes he progressed, alone and some not
Longing and barking for a soul his kin
Hunting and seeking, heartsick, for his lot
Familiar she is, something sharpend within
Teeth gnashing and gnarl grasping at his skin
A wild reunion, fangs gift, blood running
Embracing carnage and in love again
Hunter's moon, super, alive and howling
Never again part their fierce wilding ways
On mountains they rule in most just of days
Tampered photo,
Tampered life,
Born elite,
Married Strife.
Never one mans wife.
Wed to the nation,
System creation.
Freedom lost.
Chosen, at what cost?
Wishful eloper,
Like the in law shirker.
Mother,
Worker,
Food bank opener.
Country ambassador,
The monarchies future.
Press hounded
Hunted creature
Populism fall girl
No one to catch her.
i don't think i deserve a second chance
you could pull away at my string
unravel me, make me dance
and that would be too much for this stasis of mine
frozen in different snowflakes of time
each bearing memories, asking for tithes
demanding fealty, a bended knee
lest they warrant me another execution
so ill sit, fester, let the salt enter
whilst i try to escape this wasteful brine, all of my own making
my own tithe
Rainforest royalty keeps hidden from most
We are the birds, so we do like to boast
In the Amazon, they come out to greet us
This one today is a beauty, without any fuss.
She looks like a princess, a cardinal says.
The parrot nods in agreement, his name is Fez.
This one is gorgeous, without any doubt.
She ignored the cockatoo, so he is giving a pout.
Even folks that are not attracted to feet
say your feet are pretty.
Your neck is long and graceful
even those that don’t give a heck
about necks, say
your neck is long and graceful.
I could go on,
but let it be acknowledged that you
are a very well put together girl.
Some say you are the daughter of Zeus
but I am more a Neptune kind of guy
and your mother and I
know you were born in a Hospital in Islington, London.
Mum had low blood pressure -
you nearly killed her
as you made your way
to the surface of her ocean.
You grew up, more beautiful year after year.
Yesterday you phoned saying
you were losing your powers;
I had to inform you that being pregnant,
you were now ready to ascend to your celestial throne,
and that I do hope the new baby,
(even though the royal blood of a million interstellar gods
flows through my veins),
will not look a bit like me.
Though she isn’t just a butterfly
She’s been a monarch of the sky
Wings, so gentle, often impress
Like love from above, she does bless
Like the ruler she’s always stood
Lovely and kind, reigning with good
She knows affection won’t repress
Like love from above, she does bless
Matriarch of hope, joy and peace
Just like the queen of scenic Greece
Her duties, much, I must confess
Like love from above, she does bless
Sovereign and sure, she is a light
Shining like the sun, kind and bright
Friendship is found in her caress
Like love from above, she does bless
Empress of her time, filled with grace
Sincere, her promise an embrace
She is known for her faithfulness
Like love from above, she does bless
If only, if only I could catch the cooties from you, please, give me the cooties, I heard, they can cure the blues, sometimes
Give them to me, so they'll be mines
The cooties aren't so scary, when they're coming from you
The cooties are the only thing that can stop me from feeling blue??
I don't get to see you, anymore
This is hard for me
You impressed me to my very core
If you used a breathalyzer wand, to see
If I were drunk, it wouldn't be from wine
But from the way I feel, thinking of you
Wishing that you were mine
Or that I could simply lock lips with yours
Then, maybe I would no longer feel so blue
For now, though, in my imagination- we're walking hand in hand, on many shores
Through flowers, past ponds and valleys, too
Past the limits of infatuation
If only, if only I could catch the cooties from you, please, give me the cooties, I heard, they can cure the blues, sometimes
Give them to me, so they'll be mines
The cooties aren't so scary, when they're coming from you
The cooties are the only thing that can stop me from feeling blue??
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