The Princess's Wrath

Okay! That’s it! I’ve waited long enough.
So, just where the hell is my charming Prince?
My butt is sore. These stones are very rough.
“Meet me” he says… I haven’t seen him since.
All dressed up, sneaking past the guards is tough.
If he’s forgotten, I’ve ways to make him wince,
leaving me in the cold, sitting by a well.
If he doesn’t show soon, I’ll make his life hell.

I spend hours sitting while servants comb my hair.
If I wait much longer, I’ll look like a witch
from sitting here as it frizzes in the air.
It’ll serve him right, the sonuvabitch!
Okay, calm down… There’s no need to despair
but his passion plans have run into a glitch.
I am sure he had this evening all planned
but the only love he’s getting is in his hand!

Doesn’t he realize my Dad’s the King
and I can have him chained and thrown in jail?
He’s treating me like I’m some kind of fling.
He won't have a prayer of making bail.
I’ll have his nuts lopped off, I’m not joking.
Oh hell, I think I just broke a damn nail!
That’s it – I’m not waiting any later.
Guess it’s just you and me, Prince Vibrator.




Notes
This form was used orginally for heroic tales… but nothing says it can’t be used for humor!
Prompt: Open
Form: Ottava Rima, is written in stanzas of 8 lines each. You can have as few as one stanza, or as many as... Well, however many you want! The rhyme pattern for each stanza should be: a, b, a, b, a, b, c, c. Each line should have 10 or 11 syllables.

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