The Kranken-Bruder's Tale
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
There was a prince, and one princess;
She was an angelle, he a mess.
The prince called out for his man-maid
To clean the room. The lemonade
They drank was sweet. The fine chefette
Had used ten lemons; then she'd set
The sugar from her sugar binne
The pinque-blu pitcherina in.
When all the carpettes gleamed, all clean,
They call'd the husband of the Queen
To come and dance and share a sip
Of lemonaid (excuse the quippe!).
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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