On the first date that Para and I had, if a date is what it was…maybe our second meeting, I was challenged to compose a verse about our first meeting. For some reason, my mouth spouted this out. I’m not sure how good it is…but Para seemed to enjoy it.
So sat the queen upon her throne on high
Her subjects she did survey from her perch
Across each visage there her eyes did fly
While one by one she judged them in her search.
Until one face perchance did catch her eye
A flame haired face, and beautiful to boot
"This one has won the right," her voice did cry,
"To please the queen!" and then her voice went mute.
Then up to him the queen did start to sway
Her eyes did glint with glee and mirth and fun
And in her hands his face she made to stay
While she did kiss him there, and everyone
Did watch them then; the couple’s fast embrace.
And with a grin, she led him from that place.
I thought I should preserve this poem here, since it was quite a while ago now. I’d rather not lose this little bit of mirth.
So sat the queen upon her throne on high
Her subjects she did survey from her perch
Across each visage there her eyes did fly
While one by one she judged them in her search.
Until one face perchance did catch her eye
A flame haired face, and beautiful to boot
"This one has won the right," her voice did cry,
"To please the queen!" and then her voice went mute.
Then up to him the queen did start to sway
Her eyes did glint with glee and mirth and fun
And in her hands his face she made to stay
While she did kiss him there, and everyone
Did watch them then; the couple’s fast embrace.
And with a grin, she led him from that place.
I thought I should preserve this poem here, since it was quite a while ago now. I’d rather not lose this little bit of mirth.
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