Our Buxom KingA Poem by PriyaYou might have heard, and this is true, The King's a queen, a vixen too! He loves to dress up on his own And flaunt his curves upon his throne.
No manly man's as man as he, Voluptuous in his red saree; He makes us weak upon our knees And makes us dance to his decrees.
Now rumour has it that a prince Beyond the majesty's province Has uttered many sweet nothings In love with our sweet buxom king.
"But what of our dear kingdom Sir?", The Priests are said to have demurred, "The prince provides you love and care, But every kingdom needs an heir!"
The king replied "Oh let it be! I'll raise a child like born from me. Then dress me up in purple hues And call it my post partum blues!"
The priests had nothing more to say, They pecked his lips upon their way; They might have said something that hurt But all desired to get into his skirt. © 2013 PriyaFeatured Review
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16 Reviews Added on May 25, 2013 Last Updated on July 3, 2013 AuthorPriyaNeverland, The Milky WayAboutHello all. I'm Priya, a student of biotechnology. I'm transgendered, and coming from a society notorious for its ill treatment of people of our kind on many occasions, it is natural I feel a little af.. more..Writing
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