The Pendulous Princess

She was a princess and fair, it’s true

But there was something obviously askew

Her pendulous bosom hung down to her knees

And caused all of the knights to flee

The king cried, valiant knaves why do you run

We fear those bags are too much fun

Will no-one take my daughters hand?

In response the smallest knight did stand

I will do it, though I may be dealt a deadly blow

But really what a way to go

Crushed by bounteous bosoms I may be

But I’ll face my death with glee