On this twenty seventh day of cold September
In the year thou two hundred and ninety,
On my twenty first birthday,
I say this for all of you to hear and bear.
Even if I have to stay chained
in these dungeons for eons and eons,
A princess like me never ever will
agree to marry a slimy dragon as he!
Does he think I will be
Changing my mind when he
Stamp his foot on this middle earth
To creates a tremor in chilli China
And kill a one hundred thousand men?
He really should have tried
Some colourful roses!
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