Suzanne and Raymond
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
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!