Prince Charming

I tie a belt around my waist

and pull its buckle tight

then turn away – a pretty prince,

imperial – and slight!

I walk into my kingdom

deliberate and cold,

showing off the new and gorgeous

purple robe I own.

But then a subject comes to call

and asks me to the Ball;

supposing I would dance and smile

(I so want to recoil)

but when they stoop and plead with me,

grovel, I say yes

and walk along my destiny

to the colour of her dress.