An unassuming prince,
Struck with a curse.
Coated with slimy skin,
With no sign of reverse.
No princess' in sight,
He began to fret.
When footsteps approached,
He was caught in a net.
He croaked and croaked,
But still could not speak,
The palace butcher continued,
Feet never missing a beat.
To the kitchen, they went,
To prepare a great feast.
No idea that the dish,
Was a man not a beast.
The prince fought off hands,
From their grip, he did slip.
Out of the castle he fled,
Straight onto a ship.
Four days they did travel.
The prince felt quite sick.
Upon landing, he saw,
A sight to make his heart tick.
A fair princess was waiting,
In a long dress of red
The prince hopped towards her,
Her face filled with dread.
The princess did squeal,
And jump with a fright.
The men all around,
Drew their swords for a fight.
The prince retreated,
And hid under a rock.
If he made it home,
His brothers would mock.
At last a poor maiden,
From the squalid streets,
Restored him to a man,
She refused to retreat.
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A Collection of poetry
PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry written on a variety of different subjects, I've posted it on here to get some feedback, so please fell free to comment. I'm a fairly new writer so I'm still learning how to edit and redraft so any creative criticism i...
