Zine – The charming prince
I remember when I was a child, I used to dream of a charming prince
Who would embrace me, like a big tree, in his branches .
Then, one day I came to the age of so-called maturity
The prince appeared to me in his ramshakle old Fiat Car
A blue car with enameled paint,
At the side-window two white dogs smelling the wind
Which smoked big wild -grass cigars .
My knight slowed down his state coach
He really looked interested
And me! I had been waiting for him for so long
That I shed tears because he was truly existing.
So to engage a conversation with him
Between my tears I said something stupid :
« Hey! Sir! Haven’t you got a mint paper handkerchief ?
Hey sir ? Haven’t you got a meer hankie ?
He answered me he only had a second-hand one
But in his house he could have some toilet paper !
Then innocently I followed him
And rapidly we found ourselves on a bed
And there he looked at me with his opal-coloured eyes
And offered me a red town-hall rose
Embodying his love for me… I reacted :
- But it’s daft ! Because roses fade away…
- True ! it’s dud… Because they fade away …
But he had more than a trick in his satchel
And to make me stop crying my heart out
He quickly made up a pink toilet-paper rose
To prove our love could last for ever ! …He said :
-« Take off your pantie ! Quick, quick, take off your pantie! »…
I remember when I was a child, I used to dream of a charming prince
Who would embrace me, like a big tree, in his branches .
