He was a very naughty prince of the realm
he had himself a whipping boy
his boy was a very sturdy fellow
who could take a stern willow
When the prince needed a thrashing
he always would take his place
fifty of the best at a steady pace
he could take a right old rollicking
Many a dark day did that poor whipping boy see
he would cringe and shake every time he saw a willow tree
the prince would go out of his way
to make sure he was punished nearly every day
The whipping boy lived the life of a prince in pain
with the honour of being beaten again and again
the spanking in his ears would ring
knowing he was doing this for his future king
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
He was a very naughty prince of the realm
he had himself a whipping boy
his boy was a very sturdy fellow
who could take a stern willow
When the prince needed a thrashing
he always would take his place
fifty of the best at a steady pace
he could take a right old rollicking
Many a dark day did that poor whipping boy see
he would cringe and shake every time he saw a willow tree
the prince would go out of his way
to make sure he was punished nearly every day
The whipping boy lived the life of a prince in pain
with the honour of being beaten again and again
the spanking in his ears would ring
knowing he was doing this for his future king
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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