The princess the man wooed
Secretly they courted
Politics would intrude
For marriage the man sought
The king protested
Royal the man was not
His lowly thief background
While no wall to love
Would not convince the crown
Seeing there was no hope
The princess and man
Decided to elope
The king had many spies
He knew of their plan
The king was very wise
The king made
The man
Maid
Clad in a pretty dress
Though not willingly
The man did acquiesce
Forced to sweep and dust
The castle up and down
He hoped to earn trust
Scrubbing the porcelain throne
One day the man heard
A loud hissing groan
Fearing the ugly sound
Dressed and powdered girly
The man turned around
Sticky, splotchy steps of slime
Trailed the tile threshold
A certain cleaning crime
The man knew the gunk
He recognized the smell
From a ship that sunk
Following the goo path
The man readied his mop
And entered a cracked bath
Deep in the great bath crack
Lay a large system
Of damp tunnels in black
Squeezing through the sewer
The man saw lizard beasts
Praising their evildoer
Then a woman cries!
The princess was bound slave
She was a reptile prize
The man felt afraid
Gripped by terror he fought
With a mop as a maid
He rescued his dear
Bravery is fighting
Despite the inside fear
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The Fantasy Man
FantasyThe adventures of a nameless man in a fantasy world sung by ancient bards of Garia. There's a life lesson in each. There's a part of the Man in each of us.
