Veronica Harmonica Wipe My *** Clean
Was the prettiest princess, the kingdom had seen
She had wealth and a fortune; glamour and fame
But the one thing she lacked, was a beautiful name
Now, Veronika knew, that she'd gotten off lightly
Compared to her brother, Wet The Bed Nightly
Her sister, ***** Burp, really liked her name
Her cousin, Toilet Thunder, exactly the same
It keeps us all ground, stop being a brat
But Wipe My *** Clean, couldn't leave it at that
So she requested a meeting, with Father, the King
And jotted a poem, to make her claim sing
The trumpets wailed, as her name was announced
I know who she is, from the throne, came a shout
To everyone else, he was King Dinkle ***** (the third)
But to his little girl, he was simply Daddy
I love you Daddy, she said with a twirl
These dresses, this lifestyle, I'm the luckiest girl
You've captured me oceans, chocolates, and pearls
The Sultan with swing, the king of the world!
But I have to confess, that some nights I cry
She's could tell it was working, by the look in his eye
It's my name you see, this title, this moniker
Please daddy let me drop the name Veronika
The King was astounded, sat still for sometime
Before screaming out, But then it won't RHYME!
A story for bedtime