Array ( [sid] => 186784 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Sweet Tale [time] => 2020-01-24 03:47:36 [hometext] => Its not what we have; its how we use it. [bodytext] => Their father left behind his best, six pounds of sugar more or less.
His 3 sons split it up and yes, set out to find their lifes success.
The oldest took his to a pub, and traded it for drinks.
It soon was gone; and didnt last as long as most would think.

The second born took his to sea, but returned with empty arms.
His sugar, left out on the deck, had melted in a storm.

The third son made a beeline, where hed heard a wealthy king
had a sickly daughter who refused to eat a thing.
The posters in the little town proclaimed to grant a wish,
to anyone who could prepare such a royal dish,
that once his daughter tasted it; she just could not resist.

He stood in line for hours, while others failed to win her.
From his sack he sprinkled his sugar on her dinner!
She cleaned the plate and ate and ate. The brothers fate was sealed.
The king gave him a castle, and knighthood as he kneeled.

The moral of the story, I leave dear ones to you.
Find yourself the father of a royal ingenue
Who craves a sugar daddy, and that just might be you!

Beware of substitutions (One knight tried using salt).
He lacks a head, and its been said the wedding was called off.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 51 [topic] => 40 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy ) Your Poetry Dot Com - A Sweet Tale


A Sweet Tale
Date: Friday, 24th January 2020 @ 03:47:36 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
Their father left behind his best, six pounds of sugar more or less.
His 3 sons split it up and yes, set out to find their lifes success.
The oldest took his to a pub, and traded it for drinks.
It soon was gone; and didnt last as long as most would think.

The second born took his to sea, but returned with empty arms.
His sugar, left out on the deck, had melted in a storm.

The third son made a beeline, where hed heard a wealthy king
had a sickly daughter who refused to eat a thing.
The posters in the little town proclaimed to grant a wish,
to anyone who could prepare such a royal dish,
that once his daughter tasted it; she just could not resist.

He stood in line for hours, while others failed to win her.
From his sack he sprinkled his sugar on her dinner!
She cleaned the plate and ate and ate. The brothers fate was sealed.
The king gave him a castle, and knighthood as he kneeled.

The moral of the story, I leave dear ones to you.
Find yourself the father of a royal ingenue
Who craves a sugar daddy, and that just might be you!

Beware of substitutions (One knight tried using salt).
He lacks a head, and its been said the wedding was called off.


This poem is Copyright © softerware


Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT.
If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from
the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission.
If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works,
he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf.

This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com
https://www.your-poetry.com/

The URL for this poem is:
https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=186784