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!).


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