The Princess Cordial Poem by Phil Soar

He strode across the courtyard with a rose between his teeth
In search of Princess Cordial, for ‘twas her he would bequeath
The reason for his haste seemed almost blind to all concerned
But the Princess was his lover and for her he always yearned

He called her name and waited for a fast and sweet reply
She had a problem lisp and when she spoke spat in his eye
But that was not an issue as he climbed up to her room
He knew he would begat her, and his loins were in full bloom

They flared with the excitement, and he took her from the rear
He pressed himself upon her, and he whispered in her ear
However he forgot the rose was still gripped in his teeth
A thorn now pierced her lips, as he was thrusting underneath

Just then, her father entered, and was taken by surprise
He was not very cordial, and looked into their eyes
And gesturing with fury, he sent her on her way
And all because the father was an ‘in the closet’ gay