Thoroughly Modern Willy

Once upon a time this year,
In a realm not far from here,
Lives a King with gold high piled,
And his daughter, rich but wild.

Now Princess Wilhelmina's charms
Are on display, she has no qualms.
Although she may be royalty's daughter,
Her skirts are short, her morals shorter.

To those who know this little whore
She's Princess Willy Want-Sitt-More,
For her delights are often blue,
She loves a right good seeing-to;

And if there's something she enjoys
It's playing tricks on eager boys
Whom she will tickle, tease and goad
And tantalise till they explode.

But now the contest rules are strict,
Her regal looks I must depict.
She is a tasty piece of crumpet,
Or you may think a royal strumpet;

Most modern Princess you have seen,
Her raven tresses splashed with green,
Her face enhanced from wee glass jars
Her cheeks are laced with pink-tinged stars;

Silver rings in tongue and nose
And eyebrows too and more than those;
Each nipple's pierced, her navel too
And one more only 'princes' view!

Her lush, young breasts may make jaws drop
As they swell from her skimpy top;
And Willy adorns her birthday suit
With the juice of the purple poople fruit,

For she has had her royal regalia
Tattooed upon her genitalia!
"Enough!" you cry, "Not one more dollop!
We get the picture, she's a trollop."

Now let's gaze into our crystal ball
To chart young Willy's rise and fall.
She paints the town a brilliant red
And welcomes lovers to her bed.

Her dazzling style has all impressed,
A year or two at A-List's crest.
Those prying, paparazzi clickers
Will try to snap her sans her knickers.

And then her charms begin to fade;
High is the price that she has paid
For popping E's and snorting coke;
Her sexual habits become a joke.

The breasts that once made her a star
Now need the support of Wonder-Bra.
A wart on the end of her ring-finger
Ensures no princes wish to linger.

Now faithless fans, I must confess,
Flock to the flame of a new Princess
While Wilhelmina, alone again,
Turns to the bottle to dull her pain.

In her boudoir she drinks and cries,
Till sadly pickled Willy dies.