The Fairy Prince

A petty warrior they call me
And foolish names they shout
My horses name is "Cupid"
And snorts when I try to mount

My sword is much too heavy
My shield no feather by means
I like the smell of leather
And my body shines with clean

They beat and spit at me
And play their courtyard games
I try to fight back and fall on my ass
Subject to further names

The king he loves me and trusts me so
Honor is strong in my heart
But when a knight feels so tempted
He bends me over and lets out a fart

My sidekick too is criticized
for running with my clan
They strip his clothes
and push him over to see if he's a man

My mother she tries to comfort me
When I hold her tight to cry
She tells me, "Son, you are no fruit."
But I know that's another lie.

Velvetine mail and a shiny sword
Are all that's to my name
The rest of my family has disowned me
As I was causing them too much shame

We fight real hard and try so hard
And can't understand why we loose
The other troops all poke their fun
"It's the sexuality you choose."

I cannot take it much longer
Beat and abused day by day
It really isn't that easy getting nobility
When you run with the troops that are gay.


œiterature by Stoner
BTW: This œiterature is by *no means* any relation to my
own sexual preferences, but rather a parody on many of
Shakespeare's "legends" whom he molded oh so well. I will
clearly declare that I am *heterosexual*. If you are gay,
think about what you're doing. Why pack fudge?