Delicious in Dungeon

(Another silly poem about food?  Guess I was hungry a lot when I was in my big poetry phase.  Although, this seems to deal more with sleeping than eating.  Doesn’t feel like I hit the mark as far as title and actual poem.  I have no idea where the name came from.)

I tell of Princess Nadia Bocaj
The last of her great line
Who ruled these frothy halls
Known far and to the left
As the House of Gastramore

She sleeps within her hall
Among her pillows and her sheets
Nestled like an angel
For an entire year of slumber
That only she may break

Her hair is long and black
While her skin is ghostly white
Her servants tend her needs
Grooming as she snores
Waiting for her to wake

A year will pass
Before her lids rise up
And her lips open very wide
To release a violent shout
Summoning her chefs at once

Her chefs are well-prepared
They spent the year with smarts
Toiling over new creations
Maintaining their old favorites
Knowing their skills will soon be tested

Princess Nadia Bocaj is hungry
Since she’s burned off all her weight
She is nothing more than bones
It is time for her to feed
And feast before she sleeps again