Tuesday, July 9, 2013


The hero Prince Combobulate
Has never yet miscalculated
Anything Premeditated
To make right from wrong.

His image is quite captivating,
Girls start hyperventilating
When his smile illuminates
And life bursts into song.

Sometimes he gets inebriated
But that just accentuates 
His features that soon pixelate
Like staring into sun.

His tales are never fabricated,
Stories not hallucinated,
True he can funambulate
Like no one yet has done.

When out to circumambulate 
He will not ever hesitate
To rapidly defenestrate
A hoodwinker or foe.

His fans will soon inaugurate 
A formal day to celebrate,
Elucidate and consecrate
The merits of this beau.

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