Part One: Princess Boo Wakes Up On the Wrong Side of the Bed
Princess Boo was sleepy and cross,
Not a triangle or a square.
She wanted breakfast, and right Now.
But who would bring it, and from where?
There was a kitchen and a cook,
but both were very far away . . .
To bring the Princess her breakfast
took seven hours.
And, a day.
Well, maybe it didn’t take that long.
But by the time the butler brought
Princess Boo her breakfast in bed,
her breakfast was no longer hot!
Why did breakfast have to come
from the King Father’s castle…
all the way to Princess Boo’s?
(Really, it was such a hassle!)
When Princess Boo’s castle was built
it could not have a kitchen, for
the Royal Treasury was broke.
Could a princess, for real, be poor?
The butler had to run out past
the stables, fields, and gardens,
past the jailhouse where the king was
giving out royal pardons.
For if Princess Boo’s food was cold,
she threw a fit while still in bed.
With a dainty swish of her hand,
She commanded, “Off with your head!”
Every butler before had tried
To serve breakfast to the princess
But no matter how fast they ran,
No matter that they tried their best
Not one had ever been able
to get breakfast to her hot
so that it was stale and cold:
her bacon, doughnuts, and teapot.
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Now, up the stairs this butler ran
down the long hallway to the right,
past two dozen more rooms until
her bedroom was nowhere in sight!
“Oh dear me, oh dear my!”
the butler cried distraught.
“There’s no way I shall serve
her breakfast piping hot!”
“Oh drat! I took a left,”
The royal butler freaked.
He forgot that she slept
in the west wing this week.
The butler took a sharp u-turn,
and made an abrupt about-face.
He swiveled like a turning screw,
and twice doubled his running pace!
“I hope she isn’t sleeping,”
the butler cried in fright.
At the very end of the hall,
her bedroom room was almost in sight!
He ran past dozens of portraits
that displayed the princess posing.
“Make sure you paint my best angle!”
she told the painter (while dozing).
Finally, the butler reached
the end of his marathon.
The door stood while Princess Boo
laid (or lie) in bed beyond.
Behind the royal bedroom door
The butler thought that he could hear
the sound of Princess Boo scowling
came all too clearly to his ear.
The royal butler trembled,
the tray clattered in his hands.
Sadly he sighed, “I guess I should
cancel all my weekend plans.”
The nervous butler knocked lightly
on the princess’s bedroom door.
Her voice crashed like a tidal wave
“Who dares to waken me?” she roared.
The frightened butler quaked in fear;
His polished shoes quaked as well.
“Breakfast is served,” he barely squeaked
as the last of his
courage fell.
“It’s about time,” the Princess yelled
“Well, whaddaya’ waitin’ for?
I haven’t got all day, you know!”
The butler raced through the door.
He laid out Princess Boo’s breakfast:
bacon, doughnuts, and a carafe
of orange juice and three hard eggs,
chai tea with extra half-and-half.
The princess took a bite, and scowled,
“You dare to call this breakfast hot?
It’s cold and stale and hard and old!”
She whined just like a spoiled tot.
In the midst of her cross temper,
mood, state, or shape, if you will,
--that’s why people mistake her for
a circle or a squarish pill--
In her eye was a gleeful gleam,
the princess swished her regal hand.
The butler’s heart stopped for three beats.
“It’s Off with your head, old man!”
But something in the butler grew
like a conscience or a brave heart.
He found his voice before he left.
He decided to speak his part:
“Perhaps it’s ‘cause you wake up on
the wrong side of the bed,
and if you woke up on the Right,
your breakfast would be hot instead!”
There, he said it! He spoke the truth,
but little good did it do.
For following him out the door,
were shouts from Princess Boo.
“How dare you speak to me that way?
Who do you think you are, you dunce?
I’ll have your hide for your chutzpah
Get out of here now! And at once!”
The butler turned to go and ducked
an alarm clock flying his way.
The princess threw it as a gift
for what he dared to say.
After the butler left (unharmed),
the princess scratched her head.
Shortly, she pondered his strange words,
which jolted her straight up in bed.
The right side of Princess Boo’s bed
was flush against the corner wall.
Thus, she got up on the left side
(and somehow did not trip and fall).
For everywhere and around
was clutter and things and more
belonging to Princess Boo,
spanning from window to door.
On her nightstand and vanity
was clutter that spilled on the floor.
and . . .There were things on top of things
from ceiling . . .to forever more. . .
Having thrown a modest tantrum,
Princess Boo would not admit
the butler perhaps made a point
during her loud throwing Fit.
“If I get up on the wrong side,
then my breakfast is not hot.
If I get up on the right side,
my breakfast might be hot.”
“This is all very confusing,
the Right, the wrong, (the left), the right,”
Yet, Princess Boo was beginning
to see the right--er,…left--light!
“Since I get up on the left side
and not the right side of my bed,
It means if I rise on the right,
my breakfast will be hot instead!”
“I shall ask the King Father,
for I (for once) am at a loss!”
The more she thought about it,
the more it made her double cross.
Yet not knowing never made
the Princess Boo give up.
If anything it stubborned her.
She was no schlep (or shlup).
For she was Princess Boo, (the) Two,
which meant she was second to None.
That included the First, the Third,
the Zero, and of course, No One!
So begins the (mis)adventures
of a cross Princess Boo, II, who--
seeks Right from wrong (or is it left?--
and not a rectangle, mind you!)
See Dr. Seussville
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