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How could I have known
That my Princess ... so delicate
In her frilly silk-lined gowns - Hid
(behind her pristine, beguiling, cerulean eyes)
The amphibian heart of a frigid, too cold
Queen

I should have married a beggar

The Pea, I think, should have warned me
Of my bride's impending sensitivity
To all which might dare to brush against, touch
Or (God Forbid) caress her royal hide

That one small pea ...
Insisted upon - by my multitudes of
trust-less advisors - was placed
(to test for imperial 'pureness' in my mistress's blood)
Beneath twenty-seven matresses, blankets, pillows
To vex and chafe my hemophiliac wife

So now I am wed to an unobtainable doll
Who insists my manicured scholarly hands
Are sandpaper on her tainted skin