Authors note: Here it is. The third of the ten diary poems. A nice medium between freeverse and rhyme. I think you'll find this one to be quite intriguing. :)
Sugar and tea such a sweet combination,
The tip of the tongue feels
A burning sensation.
The lady in purple, the lady in red,
Are sipping on jasmine tea right before bed.
One of them speaks,
The other one listens.
The red dress it sparkles,
The purple one glistens.
One has a princess with a bouquet of flowers,
One has the princess that fusses for hours.
And talks about warfare and throws things and yells.
The one in black, the lady in red's daughter.
The other's is the one in violet...she's alright.
But this ones wrong.
All wrong.
So wrong,
The other has just written Mommy a song.
The lady in purple, the lady in red,
Give the right kind of princess a pat on the head.
The other sees this, and she feels ashamed,
So little Azula makes her Mommy some flames.
Another slap on the hand comes.
The tears follow.
"Why don't you behave? You're embarrasing us all!"
Azula is crying, "Your Mommy hates you."
Says the right kind of princess,
Azula knows what to do.
A new flame strikes the tea pot,
The whole table falls.
"Zula why on Earth did I have you at all."
The lady in purple
And the right kind of princess,
Chatted for hours with the lady in red.
The three talked of concerts, and dances,
And music, all sipping on jasmine tea,
Right before bed.
.......
The wrong kind of princess,
Didn't have any tea.
Cause she's been in her bedroom,
Under strict lock and key.
The wrong kind of princess,
Doesn't know how to be.
Won't go back to the patio,
She's Azula, she's me.
Sugar and tea such a sweet combination,
The tip of the tongue feels
A burning sensation.
The lady in purple, the lady in red,
Are sipping on jasmine tea right before bed.
One of them speaks,
The other one listens.
The red dress it sparkles,
The purple one glistens.
One has a princess with a bouquet of flowers,
One has the princess that fusses for hours.
And talks about warfare and throws things and yells.
The one in black, the lady in red's daughter.
The other's is the one in violet...she's alright.
But this ones wrong.
All wrong.
So wrong,
The other has just written Mommy a song.
The lady in purple, the lady in red,
Give the right kind of princess a pat on the head.
The other sees this, and she feels ashamed,
So little Azula makes her Mommy some flames.
Another slap on the hand comes.
The tears follow.
"Why don't you behave? You're embarrasing us all!"
Azula is crying, "Your Mommy hates you."
Says the right kind of princess,
Azula knows what to do.
A new flame strikes the tea pot,
The whole table falls.
"Zula why on Earth did I have you at all."
The lady in purple
And the right kind of princess,
Chatted for hours with the lady in red.
The three talked of concerts, and dances,
And music, all sipping on jasmine tea,
Right before bed.
.......
The wrong kind of princess,
Didn't have any tea.
Cause she's been in her bedroom,
Under strict lock and key.
The wrong kind of princess,
Doesn't know how to be.
Won't go back to the patio,
She's Azula, she's me.