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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Fantasy · #1143568
Comic Tragedy Poem.
There once was a prince with a magic sword,
with it he fought dragons and gryphons in hordes.
He'd wrestle with giants and joust with the knights
and at home would write prose and fly box kites.

But the prince had a problem when trying to get laid,
it came from the ungodly smell that he made.
Never a woman came close enough to tell,
where it originated, that awful smell.

One day an old crone came to his castle grand,
one wish she would grant, 'twas her command.
So he pleaded and grovelled and boy did he beg,
that he would no longer smell of rotten egg!

The wish was granted and the prince smelled good.
He smelt like any bath loving person should.
Now he could go out and get on with life,
and it wasn't too long until he found a wife.

They met in June and were expecting in July,
the prince was so happy he felt he could cry.
Nine months later, the prince was no longer alone
because along came his son and heir to his throne.

But at the birth some problems arose,
the midwife said "PUSH" whilst holding her nose!
The smell was ghastly and nostrils aching,
the prince fell to his knees, with his heart breaking.

The heir was confined in a dark, damp room.
Soon after leaving his mothers womb.
There the poor smelly prince did stay,
never ever seeing the light of the day.

One day, much older, he escaped from his cell,
and ran into town with his story to tell.
The towns people grew angry and drunk on wine,
they shouted revenge, that all was not fine.

They went up to the castle and stood all around,
deciding to burn it down to the ground.
The flames grew high and licked everything inside,
until they were sure nothing had survived.

The townspeople walked away, as the flames touched the sky.
Happy with themselves and calling "An eye for an eye!"
But at night the wind changed and blew the fire down,
and it spread downhill and into the town.

With townspeople unaware and in their beds sleeping,
all around town the fire was creeping.
There was none left alive, everbody died.
but if I said I knew the moral here, I lied!
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