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In Search of a Real Prince

I will stand on your doorstep, wretchedly soaked
In drenchéd clothing and pouring rain
In the hopes of receiving a threadbare blanket.

Knowing you, however,
There will have already been prepared
A luxurious bed with silken coverlet
And no fewer than forty feather-stuffed mattresses.

I will take no offense if you choose to test me
With the feel of a pea
Beneath the lowermost cushion,
For I know when I wake on the 'morrow
You'll ask of my night and my rest,
To which I'll respond that I slept like a babe

And we'll know it was fate.

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  • Roo
    March 23, 2007

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    I likle this, but no need for that last line. To which I'll respond that I slept like a babe. ended the peom perfectly, leaving the reader wanting more,, well done


    • ILTL4eva7
      March 23, 2007
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      Thanks for the comment! haha, actually, the last line is a bit of an inside joke and was really the inspiration for the poem, so I'm rather biased towards it. Still, I really appreciate what you have to say, thanks again!
      ~Kelsey