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 


  1. hahaha....that is a hoot...best laugh i had all day...

  2. omg this is awesome. if i had a vote, i'd vote you for the win right now!

  3. Awesome, it's my muse and I'm struggling. Well done ol bean.

  4. oh, great!
    x marks the spot indeed

  5. Obviously, this Muse spoke to you with urgency. I'not sure what to think about that...

    Well done, my friend.

  6. yes you are, but don't put on the brakes...