The Little Prince jumped oh so loudly in his room ,
Listening to music at all hours of the day and night,
For this he needed the best equipment that money could buy
" I shall go to to the market,
and look for prices most high,
move along peasants for you are ruining my vibe!"
The Little Princes kingdom wasn't rich,
It was actually no kingdom at all,
Just a two bedroom home,
he shared with his sisters and mum.
"Shouldn't you save your bit of money little prince,
bad times could be a bruing." said his mum
The Little Prince would shake his head and groan,
"My tree bears fruit and I shall hear no more!"
The mother dropped her head after trying to advice the prince.
But The Little Prince refused to hear none of it,
so the mother just well....left.
The Little Prince bought expensive name brand shoes,
drapes and even put a down payment on a new carriage .
"This new carriage will do,
never again will I need to stick my chewed gum on the pews."
The Little Prince received a letter in the mail,
That Lord Weekday was coming to put on a concert,
The Prince thought "do I want the seats in the back?"
"No, that just won't do,
My lady and I both need to sit up close
For both of our seats I will pay,
only the best for Lord Weekday!"
One day the Little Prince went to his favorite pub,
that he had gone to every morning for the past 3 years
"The usual my good man, with the whip on the side"
But when he swiped his royal card
The monitor read DECLINED
How could this be thought the Prince?
"Can you swipe it one more time?"
The cashier swiped his card again and again
Time after Time
And the same words appeared on the screen
DECLINED.
DECLINED.
DECLINED.
The Little Prince searched in his wallet
But no cash could be found
He pulled up his royal bank app
And he couldn't believe what he had found
Not only was he in debt,
But 10 feet in the ground
"Oh dear, I must get back to the kingdom,
someone help me solve this now!"
The little prince came home to his mummy
In the deepest of frowns
"I have no money in my account,
However shall I pay,
I didn't even have enough money to pay the royal valet"
The mother shook her head,
as she had done many times before
"I tried to warn you of this my dearest son,
money doesn't grow on trees and your time has come,
return all your items with tags and maybe there's a shot,
you didn't need most of the stuff that you went out and bought
you thought you were royal and the rules didn't apply,
saving is essential when sustaining supplies."
BJ returned all his items and cried.
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:Distorted Beauty
PoesiaThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss