Socks with flip-flops,

Can't even mop.

Grows a mustache,

Not enough cash.

Too much make-up,

Too small a cup.

Not a good lay,

Won't even stay.

Such are my deal breakers,

Tell me, any takers ?

Values, morals, too petty things

To account for in my flings.

...

One, two, three, one, two, three, another young lady discarded, stumbling to find her balance after the sudden loss of her support, the prince's body. She lifts hopeful eyes on him, rosy cheeked from having waltzed with the prince, in her own living room at that, but the prince's pinched frown already said it all.

Still not the woman from the ball. Off he went, wasting no more time here. There we...