THE WET PRINCESS
by Martin James
In
an age ago, and in a world away,
Existed a happiness too large to say.
The happiness lived inside the head
Of a princess with hair of red.
The
story proper begins at a charity ball
In the prince's castle, which, although small,
Could seat in comfort the two thousand or so
Albeit on the lawn under a huge gazebo
The
dashing young prince (the host of the ball)
Was dressed up to the nines in top hat and all.
All the day he busied about tending to his guests
Especially those princesses with lovely pert breasts
You
see the prince was a flirt, and a terrible cad
(A trait he’d picked up from the king, his dad)
In fact, the only line of thought inside his head
Was how many more notches could he mark on his bed.
The
seducing tactic of choice that he liked to deploy
Was to shower them with gifts to fill them with joy
He’d send flowers and chocolates and jewels by the ton
Then he’d woo them, propose, shag ‘em, then run
The
princess was aware of the prince’s ill way,
And decided, if introduced, she would tell him she’s gay.
She
had been warned by her mother, a wise old Queen
Who knew about the Prince and his evil shemes
(Not that she was bothered doing as she was told,
As all the other princes there were both ugly and old.)
Anyway,
the party went along fine, just as was planned
And as the guests were entertained by a live band
One hundred waiters brought fine wine to the tables
So the guests all obliged and drank all they were able.
As the guests were eating their soup and sorbet,
Stormclouds gathered and turned the sky grey.
The heavens opened and a torrent ensued
And the guests ran inside leaving their food
Inside
the castle it was cramped and hot
So the guests got their coats and off they did trot
Fleeing back to their mansions like hell for leather
Leaving the poor prince alone cursing the weather
The
rain lashed down onto the castle's lawn
The gazebo collapsed amidst the rage of the storm
But amidst all the carnage, and stood alone on the grass
Cut the figure of the princess, soaked through to her ass
The
princess didn’t care for her soaking dress
If anything, it added to her happiness
For you see the princess came from an arid land
A place where it never rains, and is full of sand.
The
princess loved the lashing downpour
She danced about and sang out for more
In fact so involved was she in her dance of verve
That she didn’t even notice she was being observed
The
Prince was transfixed by this vision ahead
The Princesses in the rain with her hair so red
Here was the girl that he juus had to conquer
He’d chat her up, dry her down, take her in, then bonk her
(to be continued)