Princess short poem

I feel like a princess
Even when
My hair’s a mess

The morning dew has dried
Before I stumble
from slumber

Haphazard teeth brushing
Scrappy tee shirt, bikini tied
Water on face

Princess comes alive
Where the universe leans towards me
Ushering in my every desire

Breakfasts served on natural jewels
Giant banana palms laden with
Chutneys and sambar

This time into a pool just for me
Over where the sun rises
I’ll gulp down masala tea

Ruminating over the day ahead
What a packed schedule once
I’ve stumbled from bed

Spa, small pool, big pool,
Lunch, Spa, cruise
Butterfly watching
Whilst others do things for me
I play the court jester fool

A Princess! Ahh, so special I feel
With every single coconut lagoon meal
I’m going to overdose
On the rice pancakes and banana fry
Sinking tummy on a jaggery high

Princess, I may not be
But the opinion stays
With the treasures I see
I don’t need the Queen of England’s beagle
Experiences, yes!
Make me feel regal

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Welcome to HoP @Jen_Marsden, such a happy poem to debut with , we hope to read much more from you so keep writing!


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