The Bun Boyz

up before the papers have arrived

Mondays begin the weekend

for those who serve

the mewling herds

Saturdays and Sundays

their largess dispensed

in controlled dosage

The Princess holds the purse-strings

Princess wields the leash

She is amused by your

pathetic affectations

Your Samurai is all bun and no sword

Woe betide us all

the day they slip their collars