As most princesses know,
It's not all dresses and balls-
Sometimes you must fight
Lest your kingdom should fall.
Today, I faced a trial
Of a devious kind-
A bitter old harpy
With not too much mind.
She lived in a cave,
full of dirt and bad books,
Screeching for hours,
as mountains shook.
She plagued me for days,
Never ceasing her chatter,
'Til my sword silenced her,
with only some clatter.
I was victorious,
Not one single doubt.
The harpy was dead,
Completely knocked-out.
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