Pouting Princess Poem by atraeyee purkait

'Aaouch, ” it hurts…
My crust singe when out in the sun,
Suns cream, lip balm & anti – tanning salve,
Elucidate it all, perfect!

“Watchful I am delicate”…
Handle with care as I voyage around,
Hold the shopping bag as I bargain through,
Massage my aching niggled feet as I rest, perfect!

“I am always rite, ” admit it…
My words govern the place, as I know all well,
Permission, counseling and supervision take all,
Wise or other wise I rule it all, perfect!

“Why me? ”…
I am always lucky, blessed and loved,
Misfortune is not for me, Desolation stay away,
I dwell in joviality, clean up the ill fortune, perfect!

“Work? Kidding me? ”
I am the Pouting Princess,
Slightest misery fades my lustrous skin,
Drudgery turns my nails wishy-washy wan

I am the Pouting Princess,
Relentlessly nagging for the slender stain,
Comfort me, charm me, love me the same,
I am always victorious never in vain, perfect!