Sunday, August 9, 2009

The Party (a poem)

the king at the party was shy as usual,

the nobles came to believe he was snobbish.

a peasant from out of town crashed the party,

and, ignorant, became the king's best buddy.

she was just sitting there unleashed and open.

His Honor dropped by for a casual chat.

a word from him and he universe sputtered:

How was a foreigner to know all that?

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