Prince V crept
swift and direct
into yesterday’s conversation.
The sly young Duke
still pungent with puke
reared his head to spit on my day.
Shockingly
and mockingly
I brushed off his purple phlegm,
and then he shied away –
but came around again today.
This time we were ready and laughed
so for tomorrow?
Will it be joy or sorrow?
If yet again he tries to break my arms.
I have to wait
we need no bait
If Prince V’s wanted he’ll get here.
bujonswords 