Princess

The princess in her tower tall

With oaken door and granite wall

Sat sobbing at the window high

“Wont someone save me” she did sigh

“Fear not young maid,“ a voice did shout

“For I am here to get you out;

I have a cunning plan, so sly

To free you from your tower high

I will dress, as does, a man who’s poor

Then knock upon the outer door

When the guard doth then unlock

I’ll stove his head in with this rock”

“Kind Prince” she said from up above

“You’re someone I could truly love

But your attempt will be in vain

To rescue me you’ll need a crane

Although your planning may seem sound

I weigh three hundred and twenty pounds”

The prince then pondered hard and long

And wondered where he’d gone so wrong

He wanted to be someone’s hubby

But not to one who’s quite so chubby.