“I’ll give you three questions,” the scabby seer said. “Ask me anything you wish, Majesty. Your first love or the day you’re dead.”
The little boy, the would-be-king,
Tapped his chin and mulled.
He could ask her anything!
Even where the mighty dragons lulled.
He thought a little longer before
Puffing out his royal chest.
“What time’s my big dinner?
Will it be leg or chicken breast?
Lastly, and hag I want no lies:
Will Curly-Wurly’s and Wagon Wheels stay exactly the same size?”
The seer grunted in consternation at dearest good Prince Willy.
“Bloody royals, just like politicians,” she mumbled. “Are just plain silly.”