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Poor Prince

by  Doulani  ( 240 )

Posted: 15 August 2007
Word Count: 349


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She left the Poor Prince a shoe.
He kneed under every lady's feet and Knew.
His Princess was with many before.
Her deep sea had never had a shore.
She left the shoe for him to find.
that her waves are so high to ride.
he held one hand and said " Lead me !"
In cold words she said " Dont you know who I could be?"
I am the Princess I am the Queen!
Like my beauty you have never seen.
Take the shoe and search "Dear".
Under the feet for years you will be near.
Place the shoe in every feet
Live in the cold hell heat.
"Dont you wish to find me" "Honey"
"How poor you are? Do you have money?"
Because even if my foot you touch.
My father will laugh at you much.
"Poor! Poor! You went to him .Oh!"
"Did he kick you or he let you go?"
"Ha! Ha! Ha! you found for your shoe a match?"
"I still have another shoe." "Catch!"
"Try to find another feet."
"My heart will never for you beat."

In tears, his eyes look.
Yes,Your shoe I took.
But one day when you are old.
For your kids the story will be told.
A prince once knocked their mother door.
He did lots of things and more.
Look at your mirror and you will know
That one day your beauty will go.
and the prince with the shoe
Will get married to who ,
Gave him the word of love not,
You who his heart a million pieces cut.
Live your life and enjoy.
One day you will know who was the toy.
Days are fast to pass and run.
We know what we did in a daughter , a son.
The prince sold the shoe and made money.
and no one can see him funny.
Lands he will buy around.
His name will be higher than her father's laugh sound.
He will be young and not old.
His name to everyone will be told.
Ten years just see.
Who I could and will be.














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