Punday, Punday, Punday!

Canto III

The many beasts to be found in the country

Scare our Princess not at all.

Not the Vipers in the grass,

Nor the Cobras on the hills.

She raises her chin in challenge to

The Prowlers hidden amongst the trees.

The Firebirds cruising along the paths

And the Raptors hulking near,

Simply make her long to laugh.

Yet she cannot deny the urge to run

Along with the freedom of the Mustang.

As the Wranglers and Scouts endeavor

To capture these noble beasts,

The Princess lets out a wild cheer

To see the beast best the man.

The highwaymen and Renegades

Bring her no faltering pause

Even as they bring their Magnum

Calibers to the bear, and Darts

With Intrepid Focus before

Staring her Challengers down.

Even the creatures of a most

Fantastical nature cannot Vanquish her

As the Gremlins and Demons do stalk,

Seeking to ravish this mighty Princess.

No Matador can enrage her,

Nor bring the Tempest down on her.

A Judge would seek her council

On even a matter so dread

As to quake the joints of a Commodore.

The Princess of Austin takes such pride

In her patience and forbearance in all matters just

That all in the land believe that

Nothing could bring this Princess to anger

Nor tears, nor melancholy, not even to sighs.

Yet, as she cruised through the glorious day

Enjoying the freedom and weather,

Who should come rocketing past her

But a dastardly dark Diablo.

His black skin gleamed darkly,

His sleek and smooth lines flowing,

As he gripped the ground so securely.

The challenge presented by this evil

The Princess did deliberate,

But ere she made a decision,

The spirits within her thus spake.

“See that Lambo before us?”

The deep spirit of the left declared,

“I’m telling you now, I’m having it.”

The spirit that resided on her right

Both fairer and more kind

Shook her head in disgust as it said,

“Your mind you have forever lost,

If you feel that in this pursuit,

A Princess cannot overtake

A Diablo and this is truth!”

The spirits did not argue for

The Princess had desires of her own,

This Diablo in its quiet conceit

Would respect her in all her glory.

She moved to the center of the roadway,

Hard on the heels of that Diablo,

Determined though her very soul

To see this grand endeavor though.

Minutes did pass, closer and closer

The Princess forever inched.

With another shift of position

She drew ever yet nearer.

The beasts and heroes she had left behind

In their slow and stately march,

All turned their heads to watch

This drama unfolding for their part.

Faster and faster our Princess doth go

As her entire being begins to shudder,

Teeth begin to chatter, and joints to creak,

As the mighty Princess does creep,

Alongside the fearsome Diablo.

The genteel spirit within her does cry,

“I-I-I-I-I-I t-t-t-t-t-told-d-d-d-d y-y-y-y-you!”

As the vibrations from the Princess

Do wreak due havoc within and without.

“Hush-sh-sh-sh-sh w-w-w-w-wom-m-m-m-man-n-n-n-n!”

The deeper spirit responds in faith.

At length our Valliant Princess makes

True her dream of dominance

And slips delicately into the space

Immediately before the Diablo’s nose.

With a snort and a blink, the Diablo does

Acknowledge the Princess fair

Before scooting aside to clear the way

For him to drop the hammer down.

As he pulls alongside her spirits within

Make note as the Diablo’s demons ten

Do wave the Princess away with

This sad note upon the wind,

“I command thee get back,

To the loser lane that you rule!”
And with these stinging words

Our Princess is left with the shame

Of watching the glinting black Diablo

Pull ahead and gone with the wind⁵.

So carefully home she does head,

Her pride brought so low that

Our Princess hides now in shame.