Why spoiled misses princess...

Appellation (with trailing switchback
and/or additional colorful turns
of phrases) emphasizing assigned
nom de plume "princess goldilocks"
hardly flattering compliment

gently aforementioned sobriquet mocks,
jabs, and stings painful as botox
analogous when the Daily's
(mean neighbors on Lantern Lane
out in vinyl city Audubon Boondocks)
hurled sizable rocks

at our then spry hybrid shorthaired
Boxer/Dalmatian, long since
pushing up bonafied daisies, when
I too sported crew cut,
versus choicest hardiest, meatiest... most

grooviest personal unorthodox hirsute
with unmatched socks,
yet parents, who (along with
paternal grandpa Aaron)
scorned long hair donning

pencil neck geeks as laughingstocks
among cruel classmates,
add diminutive physique
topping off effeminate traits
oft times purposely mistaken

for a girl - courtesy beefy "jocks,"
which mine trademark lean
nonestablishmentarian
non mean mien
gave bullies free license

to rain taunts,
they feigned threatening moves
to clean out clocks
belonging to self
and other wimpy kids
even tormenting old folks
suffering dementia praecox,
our ladies of perpetual responsibility

this haint nun cents
(think Garrison Keillor
Prairie Home Companion)
took me under their wing

metaphorically inoculating yours truly
as against some deadly pox
at providential spiritual crossing
divine intercession really rocks!