Who will dare lie where the prince has lain?
Legions of worms inched forward once they were shown
a picture of the princess I once kissed in the rain.
"Find a lonesome boy with much greener eyes;
and who can see much more in me than he.
One who must never sleep and always act surprised,
and he must, must, must hold me gently."
He might write better than me– if he was mute;
He'll be a better kisser, and for her he'll never tire.
If she's gonna waste her time, he better be cute.
I'd say she's undeserving, but I don't like being a liar:
Yet when the princess finally wakes for her fresh semester start,
she'll pick any one of them, they'd all play the part.
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