She knew not pain
She knew not disdain
She would never be slain
She was so vain!
Marching with invicibility
She forgot simplicity
And let go of melancholy
She was now a friend of the Almighty
Such was her thought on that day
There, on life's testing alley
She learnt to disobey
And never even bothered to curtsey
Not even when he came her knight
In the guise of worn out kite
She, instead of being loving, became full of spite
And suddenly her life was no more bright!
A curse fell on her
A statue she was to be forever
One as abominable as fever
Forever lost in the Never Never
Such is the tale of a princess
Her life rang with success
Yet she became imbued with abcess
For arrogant was her address!
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