The Prince had travelled for many a league
And now, was a martyr to saddle fatigue
No need for specifics, or to mention direct
Which bodily regions that might affect
He scaled the walls of cold grey stone
Hacked through the orchards, overgrown
And high up in the Castle Keep
He found the Princess fast asleep
The Princess (from the records kept)
Would grow more lovely as she slept
By now she should be in her prime
Having slept for a very long time
The nervous Prince, he quaked and shook
Drew back the drapes to take a look
But for what he beheld, he was unprepared
He looked and shook and quaked and stared
A cry of anguish " Mercy for me !"
The Princess looked like a chimpanzee
"That nose, that mouth, those big hairy ears,
She`ll need another hundred years"
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