Prince Pie

Warning: This poem does not contain a naughty word at the end.  Not unless you put it there.

One snowy Christmas young Prince Guy

Devoured a very large mince pie.

The silly prince though never looked

To check the pie was even cooked,

And so the pastry (soggy, raw),

All turned to goo and glued his jaw.

But did he moan and curse his luck

For having all this teeth thus stuck?

Oh no! That princeling, bold as brass,

Now simply speaks from out his…

 

 

 

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