That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for September 16, 2021

Blake promised to wake up Evie in time for the new Bachelor season.

Frank realized this was his best chance to sneak out.

Oy gevalt! Can’t a goil get a few winks without some putz like you sniffing around? The photographer said someday my prints would come, but you are not what I pictured. Just turn around and schlep your sorry self out!

How oddly he is suited! I think he bought his doublet in Italy, his round hose in France, his bonnet in Germany, and his behavior everywhere.

Damn! If it’s not a headache she falls asleep.

it’s pretty obvious that he’s horny and he’s carrying his spear in his hand…

I wonder if a fist bump would wake her? After this long, that morning breathing would knock down a dragon.

Nuthin’s quite as weird as to awaken being speared in the mor-or-ornin’…

Wakey, wakey….

A Prince by the name of Goldfarb/ is noted for colorful garb./He carries a spear/ though just why is not clear../ a sly comment’s a sharp enough barb.

There better be Starbucks in that drinking horn.

He really had no interest in waking her, just gazing at that naked neck was enough for him..ohlala!

The Prince had learned from experience that if you were going to poke this particular bear, you’d best do it from the distance of a long spear.

I’m prevented to say anything by existing restraining orders.

The Prince wore his very best Louis Vuitton shirt from the Van Gogh sunflower collection.

Great moments in “Yeah, he wishes” phallic portrature.

Flower Power gone overboard.

If this be his hunting costume/ he hath trouble “reading the room”/ – for the boars and the stags/ ridicule his “glad rags”/ which light up the forested gloom !

Speak softly, wear large floral blouses, black tights, high-heeled boots, and carry a big spear! Yeah, that’ll get her attention, for sure.

“Who are you?”

“I’m here to be your lover.”

“Is that a weed-eater you’re holding? Did you bring herbicide?”

“Well, no.”

“Then get the hell out!”

Lady Perfidia, awash in chlamydia, feigned sweet sleep on her porch.

Passersby lured by the chance of some hot sex were wise to swap spears for their torch.

Sleeping Beauty: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Brewtnall_-_Sleeping_Beauty.jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this painting.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image at 

http://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/2021/09/masterpiece-2794.html 

I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to the artist info I used to point to here. So far, 2 works by this artist have been used here. 

https://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2012/07/26?comments=visible 

has the prior.

She didn’t like him so much but she really had to go to the bathroom.

Well? Does she snore?

He is still here? I asked him a simple question while I was sitting on a bench by the forest; he never stopped talking, and followed me home! He ain’t got the good sense God promised a billy goat!

The Prince thought, when he found Briar Rose / in a state of recumbent repose, / “With a kiss I’ll begin, / if that works I’ll dive in / to uncover what’s there to expose.

“Another one with his spear raised and pressing forward! Why can’t they let me sleep?”

He advanced with his spear and his horn; / (to awaken this maiden he’d sworn). / But he froze in his path / as he worked out the math. / She’d turned ninety the year he was born!

She was still and all noises were hushed. / When they kissed her cool, pallid cheeks blushed. / Then he retched, and he choked, / and he spit out, provoked, / “Dammit, girl, when’s the last time you brushed?”

As a necrophile, Philip would often / seek a safe, secret spot to “get off” in. / That inert girl ahead / was asleep, but not dead, / so he opened the vine-covered coffin.

The King’s son had gone hunting for deer / in his floral coat, wielding his spear. / Then he found this fair Miss / who awoke from his kiss. / “While you’re up, Babe, go get me a beer.”

Philip, into the bedchamber creeps, / where Aurora, the Princess, now sleeps. / He takes care not to wake / her, so that he can take / all the treasures a cat-burglar reaps.

On a step near the Prince sleeps a dove, / (who’s, no doubt, meant to symbolize love). / But this Prince is a snob, / who loves girls less than squab. / He took off with the bird in his glove.

He snuck quietly into the keep / finding all who were in there asleep. / He wore floral pajamas, / (they were really his Mama’s), / lying down without making a peep. /// He knew that he had a few “kinks.” / And he sought the girl’s magical jinx. / He had hopes for a sure- / fire insomnia cure. / He could use forty mill-i-on winks.

Whadja do, Sol ? Save up all day ? This is a barrage !

In this era of “me-too” he sins, / if, without consent, kissing begins. / But some versions exist / with a seamier twist: / While she slept she gave birth to his twins.

There’s a series now on HBO / that’s called “Scenes from a Marriage,” you know. / Actors Isaac ‘n’ Chastain / play the couple that’s in pain. / Here’s a dream sequence, cut from the show.

He was told to wake her up when Melcher posts the next strip.

Unfortunately for her, this guy was French, which accounted for the character of the kiss he used to ‘awaken’ her.