The Depressed Prince

The Depressed Prince desperately craved for a ball that they sometimes experiment on. It would be a fairly odd exercise, to you and me, but not to the Prince, who thought it would be stunning. Honestly, a ball being the thing opted for.

The Depressed Prince carried a sack of potatoes to put up their bum. It should have been a somewhat surprising activity, to you, but not to the Prince, who assumed that it was in fact, wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes was the thing that was chosen.

The Depressed Prince always kept a block of cheese that they would often put up their bum. It is an astonishing exercise, to my dad, but not to the Prince, who thought that it was in fact, sublime. Honestly, a block of cheese being the thing selected.

The Depressed Prince looked for a sword to put on his head. This might appear to be a fairly different approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Prince, who assumed it would be awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a sword was the chosen thing.

The Depressed Prince wanted a crown that they sometimes cuddle. It would have been a surprising thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Prince, who considered that this idea is sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown would be the item chosen.

The Depressed Prince searched for a can of Tango that they liked to sleep with. It was a surprising operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Prince, who expected that this idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a can of Tango being the chosen thing.