Why spoiled misses princess...

never wishes to awaken from pleasant snooze

Appellation (with trailing switchback

and/or additional colorful turns

of phrases) emphasizing assigned

nom de plume "princess goldilocks"

hardly flattering compliment

gently aforementioned sobriquet mocks,

jabs, and stings painful as botox

analogous when the Daily's

(mean neighbors on Lantern Lane

out in vinyl city Audubon Boondocks)

hurled sizable rocks

at our then spry hybrid shorthaired

Boxer/Dalmatian, long since

pushing up bonafied daisies, when

I too sported crew cut,

versus choicest hardiest, meatiest... most

grooviest personal unorthodox hirsute

with unmatched socks,

yet parents, who (along with

paternal grandpa Aaron Mary)

scorned long hair donning

pencil neck geeks as laughingstocks

among cruel classmates,

add diminutive physique

topping off effeminate traits

oft times purposely mistaken

for a girl - courtesy beefy "jocks,"

which mine trademark lean

nonestablishmentarian

non mean mien

gave bullies free license

to rain taunts,

they feigned threatening moves

to clean out clocks

belonging to self

and other wimpy kids

even tormenting old folks

suffering dementia praecox,

our ladies of perpetual responsibility

this haint nun cents

(think Garrison Keillor

Prairie Home Companion)

took me under their wing

metaphorically inoculating yours truly

as against some deadly pox

at providential spiritual crossing

divine intercession really rocks!