The lovely Princess Hortense Snagged her stockings, when climbing a fence. She shouted out, "Blast!" That pair was my last And she took to her bed, feeling tense.
There once was a Princess named Hortense, Who refused to heed dire portents, She crossed black cat's trails, Then walked the train rails, And died from a lack of good sense.
I am thoroughly enjoying reading these David.
ReplyDelete:-) Thanks for the entertainment.
With a name like Hortense, I should think she would lose a throne at the very least, lol!
ReplyDeleteVery cleverly done Maestro!
Sandi
The lovely Princess Hortense
ReplyDeleteSnagged her stockings, when climbing a fence.
She shouted out, "Blast!"
That pair was my last
And she took to her bed, feeling tense.
There once was a Princess named Hortense,
ReplyDeleteWho refused to heed dire portents,
She crossed black cat's trails,
Then walked the train rails,
And died from a lack of good sense.
You're a frequent, witty poet, but
ReplyDeleteI'm now the officially acknowledged Queen of Bad Poetry in garden blogging circles!
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Have a great weekend David!
Princess Hortense is such a mouthful after all ...
ReplyDeleteI wonder whether, had she not ignored the portents, she would still have lost the throne. Can we influence fate? That aside, nice rhyme DM.
ReplyDeletePoor haughty Hortense.
ReplyDeleteAnd how do you make a Hortense? Threaten not to pay.
ReplyDeleteshe should have known better :)
ReplyDeleteThey locked her in a tower high
ReplyDeleteWhere all she sees is a square of sky
And twice a day she's grudgingly fed
Some brothy water and stale bread.
Oh, poor Hortense! She really should have heeded those portents...