Once upon a storm
There Was A Princess,
A Bull In A China Cabinet,
(Rather.)
Though Rare,
And Difficult To Attain;
(At Perfect Harmony,)
A Determined Bull
Will Always Be Enticing.
Though,
The China Cabinet May Ruin;
In The Slightest Scare,
You Walk Away…
(Fear Of Blood.)
You Always Return
To Repair The Glass.
For A Sheep
Will Never Fulfill,
Stimulate,
(Satisfy,)
To The Extent Of The Bull.
A Painted Dresser
Will Never Appeal;
Toward The Eye,
Which Once Adored
A Now Broken Glass,
(Devine Toll.)
This Unsatisfied Longing
Will Lead A Prince To Become Mad:
Picking Up Every Last Sliver
To Attain The Anomaly,
(He Once Cherished.)
The Bull Will Great Him,
With The Up-Most Dazed Eye;
(Patiently Awaiting His Gentle Diligence.)
As Stunning Rays Of Gold Shout,
(Within His Pupil,)
Stretching Their Beauty
From A Hazel Eye;
(Through The Last Parcel Of Glass.)
The Mess Will Become Forgotten,
(Mistakes Overlooked,)
Leaving Nothing:
A Boy And A Girl,
A Prince
And His Fragile Princess,
Tattoos…
And A Bull In A China Cabinet.