Lethargy of Prince V

Prince V crept
swift and direct
into yesterday’s conversation.

The sly young Duke
still pungent with puke
reared his head to spit on my day.

and mockingly
I brushed off his purple phlegm,
and then he shied away –
but came around again today.

This time we were ready and laughed
so for tomorrow?
Will it be joy or sorrow?

If yet again he tries to break my arms.
I have to wait
we need no bait
If Prince V’s wanted he’ll get here.