#41: June 3, 2006

Upon a time once there was a princess
Who lived in comfort in the land of Growse;
And everything that could delight the senses
Was hers just for the asking, on the house.

She grew up without hardships, without wants,
And if one must be truthful, somewhat jaded--
For even the most fragrant flowers of France
Become noxious once that first bloom has faded.

But luckily for our highness (queen next year),
There's always new sensations coming in:
S & M, tattoos, piercings, fetish gear
Kept her from getting bored and sad again.

She's marrying her prince next month in Spain;
Her subjects send their prayers, and whips and chains.