“I heard you wrote a love poem for a prince? That’s very romantic of you.” The dragon therapist said, “I would love to hear it.”

  The princess sat up straight and recited:

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  Blood is red

  Princess’ are rabid

  A prince is bleed

  When he is stabb-id.

  The dragon blinked a few times, “Ok, yes, this doesn’t surprise me.”