The King's Daughter

The King’s Daughter

Sure, I answered the fair-haired Mary’s ad--
she too wanted to be two, needing a merry man to add.

I looked at the ad with a cautious eye, and then I said aye,
but winked and smiled widely to cover my butt.

And we shared green teas, and she wasn't a tease.
But the tide turned and now I'm here tied,

telling this tale of how my chasing some tail
cost the ultimate fare and it wasn't fair,

for hey, it wasn’t my idea to toss in the hay,
so lain in the barn at the end of the lane.

She soon walked down the aisle of Someday Isle,
dreaming I’ll one day marry my Mary, make

merry, break bread, join up with the well-bred,
like a knight who carries his lover off in the night.

Yet then I found a King who kneels at the altar,
praying his crown keeps his family from alter.

I should add that though I know I've been bad,
it's Mary that wrote the ad I thought rote.

Sure, I baled on the man who couldn’t make bail,
and bawled ‘cause the band was banned from the ball.

But when I bridled her horse at her mother’s bridal shower,
I was honestly thrown that her Dad owned the throne.

I'll swear that on a rood, though I know I was rude.
So hoarse, her hail, as she found me not hale.

Wait, maybe that’s why his voice had such weight,
why he waited ‘til eight ‘fore he sat down and ate,

No, I now know why the king wrings his hands,
saying bye to the jeweler whose ring I should buy.

The king sighed as he decided I was not on his side.
His role made scary, when he saw his maid and I roll.

You’ve seen the scene: the king finds her with me.
Right 'fore I'm fined by a duel dually disastrous, for

not only do I lose the flair of Mary’s pretty hair,
but I roast like a hare, the flare at my feet, tied by the knot.