The Wicked Prince


The bald patch looked bigger

Back-combing those last three strands

was becoming much more challenging.

He picked up a mirror and turned

first this way and then that

A little gel might work.

Ten minutes later, he lay 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 flowerpot

A Persian

He rescued

 from a couple of dancing black Russian 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 few herring

complete with bones

and then…then he would convince her to talk.

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