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In a land far far away,
Lived a prince that knew in himself he was gay,
His father the king foreseeing this case,
Proposed on a plan to change his taste.
He said, “Son, it’s time you find yourself a bride,
Within my rules you must abide:
“She mustn’t be taller than your pony named Sam.
And obtains the grace of a delicate lamb.
“By the end of the week you must decide,
Or the trust fund in your name will not reside.”
Now knowing he can no longer date males,
The saddened prince went to polish his nails.
He ran to his manicurist and ex-lover Fred,
And cited his problem of having to wed.
After a moment of ponder with a wink in his eye,
He thought for the prince of the perfect bride.
He said, “I know of a woman right for this case,
She has a lean body and a wonderful face.
“But be mindful of a warning concerning her make,
Silence her voice, for your own sake.”
With caution in tow, the prince made haste,
Readying for the rendezvous by preparing his face.
When amongst the peasants he conceals for his date,
And decided that tonight he will be called Nate.
Nate ventured to a place never been to before,
Where a plethora of men danced on the floor.
Encompassed by dancers, he nervously perspired,
Until Nate sought the woman he desired.
She was finely slim with discernable grace,
But upon her turn, a recognizable face.
The joyous prince left with fiancée in hand,
Successfully appeasing his father’s demands.
The king, relieved that his fears would end,
While the prince neglected the warning from friend,
Vows exchanged ensuring commitment to ensue,
Ending the ceremony with Maureen Hill’s “I do.”