The Prince & Old Lady Shade

The prince was a bird
Not guilty or the like
A true friend sip and soft
No suffering cry

All names and some cranks
He’d powdered all off
Their sycophantic gifts
Were never enough

Old lady shade turns
A vespertillian thing
A motion event
A friend of the jinn!

The prince
And old lady shade
The prince
And old lady shade

She has a fair eye
She takes her fair share
Of the city’s mid day
That lunch lady’s glare

The prince
And old lady shade
The prince
And old lady shade

General Woo
Very nearly smiled
Saw the light
In the little child

The prince
And old lady shade
The prince
And old lady shade

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