There was a Princess dressed in rags
an heiress to a kingdom's ransom
not an ordinary waifelike pauper
inconspiciously hidden but
a veritable Queen in another realm
who met a man who looked verily down upon her
apparent troubled paultriness and poverty
and said to himself you must be as you seem
and as people have been saying-I shall
treat you as a lowly beggar and deign to
let you speak to me. Be off with you when
I prefer to be sleeping. She demured
and backed away, and prayed for him sincerely
as she knew he would be
overcome with sorrow one day
when he discovered ultimately
that he might have been a King, truly.