The Wicked Prince

The bald patch was getting bigger

back combing those last three strands

was becoming more and more challenging

he picked up a mirror and turned

first this way and then that

a little gel might work,

ten minutes later he laid down the comb

and backed out of the mirrored turret

it was starting to get drafty

She pretended to be asleep

smelled of smoke and lies

a sad little feline

who had pooped in his flower pot

a black and white tabby

he had rescued




 from a couple of dancing black bears

addicted to quail

both of which had been extremely hungry

that gray morning

a few days back

He would make nice

carry on with the charade

a while longer

order up coffee

a couple of herring

complete with bones

and then…then he would convince her to talk.



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