He was doughty in his pursuit. Not surprising, after all, I am the princess. Many suitors have attempted to win my heart, but I am modest. I’ve always seen myself as an equal, relating more to those residing in the town than my own haughty family. I am not just some motif, a decoration for one’s arm.
But, this man…he made me feel special, truly loved, and appreciated for my modesty. Unfortunately, I gobbled his garbage like it was the king’s feast. His sweet vapor quickly soured when he stopped wooing me, and began parading me around town like a prized pony.
His ornamental display served him well, however. The moment I informed my father, the king, of his doings, he offered him a permanent job in the castle…tending to the swine, and sleeping with them as well.
Inspired by the word prompts,
YDWP;
3TC;
FOWC;
RDP;
Word of the day challenge;
That swine got his just deserts.
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Haha! He got his just desserts
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Never mess with Daddy’s little girl!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Karma at it’s best!
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Thanks 🙂
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Ouch, Karma’s a bitch! LOL
Great post, Dear!
Have a Happy Thanksgiving!
xoxox 😘💕🌹😁
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Our Thanksgiving was last month, but I appreciate that, all the same 🙂
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Are you in Canada? 😊😊😉🌹
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Sitting in my igloo as we speak 😉
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