Harnett-Hargrove

Once a princess had a rambling map birthmark in a rather tender space,

That a tattoo artist would have paid her to meander into place.

Generals traveled to her rear end as a sign-nee

Hoping to hold the squeaker that marked the X on her hinny.

As they planed an attacked on her stern with a bag over her head.

Blotting the atlas with red circles the soon to be dead.

Since the map creased and rose in a most particular latergy,

Consequently, the battle makers screwed the strategy.

The resignation sign hangs for a lost war rucked-up,

Not to worry because on the other side it says she ducked-up.

Therefore, never let it be said royalty does not do their duty,

This was a service of honor, not of looty.

mused from 10th Daughter of Memory