I met a prince called Clown.
His eyes were as stripy as a Dalmation,
and his feet stumbled over everything in his path.
Gnarled talons like the bark of an old oak tree,
and his wrinkly fingers got bigger by the minute almost getting long enough to be a spiders legs.
I met a princess called Mud.
Her eyes were as brown as a slugs slimy shell,
and she jumped in every puddle she found.
Wet mud like tree sap for shoes,
and dirt slowly dissolved into her horrible hair.
I met a queen called frost.
Her eyes as still as a frozen lake,
as she stared at the majestic birds flying by.
Icy frost like the weather at Christmas for hands,
and hair as cold as the winter snow.
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