Prince Poise

Kept him waiting after he arrived

For at least forty-five

The first time we met

He must have been upset

He drove away

In a disgusted way.

I clicked my heels three times

And snapped my fingers twice

And the witch’s spell worked

Because he was still nice.

He gave me flowers and came 

back without any hint of blame.

He hooked me with that

It’s just kismat.

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