Sunday, October 01, 2017
Royal Arrival
Lills bit short in one category: Beauty.
But the figurative, and sometimes literal,
line forms, of young fellows just fine with
that.
Unfortunately, she awaits Her Prince.
And that, literal.
He’d come, just have to be patient.
She’s that.
And one day!
Well he IS a Prince, listed in a joke book
called The Peerage.
From some Eastern European dump
periodically fractured by war involving
great powers who scoff at the quaint natives.
As they always do.
At any rate, Lills sees young and blond when
he’s really faded and crushed. Resembling
a middle aged crossing guard at a tough school.
And bent, shuffling to his wedding station
with a Best Man whose last name consisted
only of consonants.
Fairly negative picture, but...
Well...a dick like that of a horse!
(My children insisted I write this last.)
Labels: beauty, expectations in love, middle age, Prince, reality, Royalty
