31 May 2012
The slow descent down palace steps, Has me gagging in my wine, Those floaty dresses, red rouged lips, To make us seem 'divine'.
We must sit straight, or God forbid, Imagine if we slouched... My misbehaviour's overlooked, My trouble's rarely vouched.
I never asked for royalty, It's a pain on my royal arse, All this primping and preening is Quite simply just a farce.
I can't be doing with lessons- In how to say my words, And I wish I wasn't stopped at dinner, When I'm onto thirds.
I don't want to kiss soldiers' swords, To wish them my 'good luck', When it comes to being a princess, I DON'T GIVE A ... Damn.
Princesses Suck. • Opuss № I