Prince Payton
Incessant and high pitched
You call my name over and over
I am summoned like a serving wench
Bowing to the demands of the imperious king
If only your demands were as eloquent
And polite as a kings request
Your voice echoes through a long and
Winding hall that seems to get longer
With each frantic bellow of your voice
I hurry to respond
Though you are not a king
Merely my prince
I will meet your needs
For it pleases me to do so
Off I go to bow to the whim
Of my little prince
Wish him luck
Soon I will show him
Exactly who is queen
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