my prince came but where did he go?

my prince came twice
and left as many times
but will there be a third?
i wait and wonder by the web
and stir the whey and curd

my hair it needs a wash and blow
and started to grey some time ago
and the spider that used to scare me best
now stays for tea and a game of chess

and when the morn arrives
i hear the traffic cries
and stay tucked in my bed
no sugar plums in my head

knowing the child he promised to give
was only a ruse
and would never live
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2014

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Comments (2)

trurorob
I enjoyed the imagination in this.
Rob
fugitive432
trurorob, you play it like just a man could play it
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