One Day My Prince Will Come

I know one Day my Prince will come
No need for him to be well hung
He will have other Qualities
Some of which you have ... Never seen ...before
I struggled in my girlish mind
Trying so hard to dream up my only Mister Right
...But not a single vision ever came to me
Such is the Love that is not meant to be.

Oh, illusive, Amphibian
In on a poisonous scheme
In his inditrious house
Dwells the old Sham of a Beast
Beware, the walls are made of glass
Yes, all here imitates Life
And the Symptoms of your Sadness
Are the Key to this place.

There are two precious holes left in the transparent lif
Once, in a gesture of Hope, glued to the Barrel's sharpest Edge
The larger one of the Tunnles allows the channeled Waters to flow
Because the other One's the Exit Door where the air comes and goes.

The Bubbles of the spectacle
Unfold their Magic(k), obscene
The offered rivers all turn lethal
As the large Frog disappears, through Veils of sickest Transformation
The oldest of all gestures is born
A Miniature of a Prince appears and He is dancing on the Crystal floor.

It is imperative now
To empty your bladder and your bowls
In only 3 glorious Days the Prince, he stretcyes & GROWS
All to It s pre-destined size, bearing Love's promise of Life
Through the disease of a toy we face our secret Desire.

I know... One day my prince will come
No need for him to be well hung
He will have other Qualities
A whole Bouguet of Flowers yet unseen before
I struggled in my girlish mind
Trying... Oh,so hard... To dream up my own Mister Right
But not a single vision ever came to me
As I was polishing the armoury.

Gone is the fragile Beauty the good Fairies have called
Once the tide of the fourth day washes over shores
Grown into oddless angler, all distorted & wrong
So grotesque beyond comprehension
A royal Dick tries to come.