The Woodcutter And The Princess

This is a story of love, hope and glory,
And it shows that you never can tell,
When love’s round the corner, but I’d better forewarn ya,
There’s love, but there’s lust here as well.

A stunning princess, a beauty no less,
Lived in her castle alone,
She read fairy tales and painted her nails,
As she idly sat on her throne.

On occasional days when the sun shone it’s rays,
She’d spy from the door where she stood,
At the young man below, who the girl didn’t know,
Earning his wage cutting wood.

Now like any good man the woodcutters’ plan,
Was to find a young woman to wed,
He had little success ‘till the naughty princess,
Took the handsome woodcutter to bed.

She spied him one day asleep in the hay,
And tiptoed her way through the clover,
She nibbled his ear and whispered quite clear,
You’re a fool if you don’t turn me over.

The young man was flustered but courageously mustered,
All of the strength he could find,
He took her upstairs, forgetting his cares,
And slipped her a length from behind.

For many days after with much sex and laughter,
The pair fell in love, as they should,
He just couldn’t stop her, what she did to his chopper,
When he should have been out chopping wood.

Then sadly one morning, without any warning,
The beautiful Princess just went,
The poor woodcutter felt down in the gutter,
Like he’d just lost a gift, heaven sent.

He couldn’t conceive why the Princess would leave,
The poor man felt down and deflated,
He sat all alone by the Princesses throne,
And polished his chopper and waited.

He was sad and concerned by the time she returned,
And he told her how much he had missed her,
He held the girl tight and all through the night.
He watched the girl sleeping and kissed her

The Princess said sorry for causing such worry,
And hoped that they’d still remain friends,
She had to confess, she was a princess,
But she stripped in a club at weekends.