A POEM
A hundred windows in a palace,
5 pockets in the coat of prince Barris,
parties going on in a chamber,
clasps the color of beautiful amber.
Brushes dusted in tall grand shelves,
dishes washed by a bad of elves,
bedtime kisses from Queen to princess,
grand golden rings made for the best.
Keys going 'click' in the King's bedroom,
cities chatting about the palace's no-doom!
