The Princess Poem by joanne fenner

If I called out in old tongue, could you understand,
If I turned over my timer, would it run out of sand.
You see dark thick woods ahead, that are meant to slow you down,
But I see no obstacles from my tower above this town.

I begin to serenade the world below,
Hoping my tune will magic my knight to show,
All the hours of day until dusk set in,
Then suddenly I hear a voice “where the hell av you bin? ”

It’s finally my shining knight,
And low and behold it looks like he’s been in yet another fight,
Sleepy and stumbling all around,
Until he finally finds me and falls to the ground.

I yell out a cry “your bloody drunk? ”
“yeah, but there’s loads of mattresses over there? do you fancy a bunk? ”
He starts to snore and dribble excessively, and as I pick up this punk,
I start to wonder what ever happened to my prince charming hunk?

And as I watch him sleeping and kicking the air,
I laugh at him as I notice sick in his hair,
Could I leave him for Merlin and live in his lair,
But who would wash those pants if I wasn’t there.