What does your prince look like?

               


What does your prince look like?
What does your prince smell like?
Maybe he looks like his mother.
Maybe he smells like raisins.

Maybe his hair is brown,
And eyes are possibly hazel.
Maybe his name's very common,
And opinions 're rather hazy.

And who knows, what if he likes beer,
And not handsome by getting fatter.
Sitting and stroking his  beard
So annoyed when it's getting matted.

Maybe he likes ancient stories,
And mystical celtic dances.
And people hate when he worries
Trembling so much of his glances.

He can play everything by ear,
And his lips with the shape perfection
Are smiling on persistent fear
When mistakes escape detection.

Maybe reading the evening paper
He imagines himself in jungle.
And thinks that he could do better
In this life like a bungee jumping.

What does your prince look like?
What does your prince smell like?