I’ll pretend I didn’t smell it out of respect for your standing.
And ignore all the false blame you soon will be landing.
But once out of public eye, your guilt I will proclaim.
And no longer be a pawn in your self-serving game.
You let it escape and be-fowl the fresh air.
And left holding the bag the kingdom’s next heir.
But next time, dear sister, I shall not be so discrete.
Once a sound so unflattering arises from your seat.
Narration coming soon
Narration coming soon for this voice