the dinestry
only the finestry
braided hair
gold carved chair
through stained glass
round eyes gaze
food with glaze
if only invisible
dirty cape flyable
if bread was chocolate
jelly filled closet
such a shiny crown
hold him down
tap his shoulder
come inside
open wide
wrong impression of pride
adopt a prince
without a crown
selfish fence
come on down
its very much pictographic type.. i can visualize it.. wish if i was he... very nice poem