A sonnet from our princess, sorry, prince, to his manservant.
Dear Moron,
I bother you, you know, because I care
I heap on chores until they're stacked up high
I keep you close, but still I will not share
The fact that I'd be broken if you die.
I may be still a "prat" but you still live
A terrible manservant's what you are
This is the answer I will always give
But you will always be my shining star.
I love your ears, your eyes, your lanky frame
That goofy smile that sits upon your face
Oh hell, at times, I even love your name
But still I must remind you of your place.
And yet aloof is what I must remain
Until, as King, Camelot's my domain.
-Arthur Pendragon, your Prince.