Suzanne and Raymond

The minstrel may sing about our story waxing poetical, illogical, unreal

Yet with two lovers’ sweet-nothings, there’s place for some true cheer.

Suzanne, princess of the kingdom of odoriferous flowers past their prime

And Raymond, cunning prince disguised as a beggar, mewling for wine

She gave him sweet red grapes, as plum as her own lip

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He stole a tiny kiss, then asked her for some tips.

“For what?” asked the sweet girl, indulging the drunkard

“To have your loveliness immortalized by some great bard”

She’d blush a cherry red, and meet him all the time,

Even when she’d overhear the dreaded, loud chime

One stormy day her kingly father, demanded she be wed

She hurried to inform Raymond at the place they always met,

Her bitter tears were incessant, her gloomy mood eternal

The beggar prince didn’t bat an eyelash, chewing a caramel.

When dragged forcefully to the kingdom of weeds and thorns,

She expected her future suitor to have big teeth and some horns,

Instead there stood the smug snake Raymond, dressed like a prince

She couldn’t control her passion she hugged him tight, made him wince

Then slapped him hard on the cheek, indignant and hurt

Will she ever trust again this incurable flirt?

The prince who sees appeal in books rather than sword

Who toys with people’s hearts, my word.

Eventually forgiven Raymond rejoiced, made a happy dance, and sung

Suzanne rolled her eyes, telling him he was lucky for not being flung

In a cold, damp dungeon, making friends with vermin

Or for Suzanne not becoming allergic at the sight of him, releasing histamine.

He gifted her a blooming rose, so wonderful a fragrance

She squealed in delight, stepped on his toes during their dance.

They had a wondrous wedding, the likes you see in dreams

Nothing could break them apart, nor tear at the seams.

For their celestial love ran pure, and true and right,

They ruled with gentleness, intelligence, and might!