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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

I hope it makes you smile

She crept up the hollow just before dawn

And sat on the scrub brush a queen on her throne

A marhmallow crown on a royal head

Her long flowing tresses like a cotton stuffed bed

Rose up the hillside and ate up the trees

In billowing white capped make believe seas

A fat lusty winch pompous and proud

With mist shrouded scepter that poured forth a cloud

A great conflagration passless in girth

That gobbled the dawn light and blinded the earth

With dewy wet cobwebs that strung like a snare

She trapped all who entered her pillow puff hair

Trouble mankind who'd subdued all the soil

As far as was seen with his incessant toil

Today he would wait though prince he may be

For the Queen rose this morning and soveriegn is she

To rule as it pleased her, her leisure to take

Little man could rest his hoe and his rake

Then as she laughed with the land firmly choked

A bright orange light through a small fissure broke

Oh no said she I must go now and hurry

As the red light emblazoned down with a fury

She gathered her cobwebs and tresses and fluff

And rose from her throne with great pomp and huff

As out came her master the great king the sun

Her morning reign ending she knew she must run

Run back to the lakes and rivers and seas

To her daylight dominions she rushed like a breeze

To sit and to pout a spoiled little queen

And wait for her chance to rule once again


Submitted: August 16, 2020

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