Under our beds was a pair of fluffy slippers each,
and wearing these we were marched down to the sitting room,
where we were told to sit quietly and watch the TV.
“Where’s a the remote?” I asked.
“Princesses don’t choose what they watch,
they watch what they’re told.” Mother stated.
After the tedium of Songs Of Praise had finished,
Granny said she was going home.
“Now, do you need me in the morning to help get these two ready for school?” she said to our mother.
“I shouldn’t think so.” Mum replied as she cast her eyes over us.
“So far they’ve earned their normal uniforms,
but I’ll give you a call if they start acting up.”
“Very well.” Granny smiled.
“Now, what about my two princesses give their Granny a kiss goodnight?”