How the King met his queen

I live to tell a sad story,

Of how the King met his Queen,

He fell down from the magic carpet,

And did not make a wish to the genie.

 

He tried climbing the castle,

And down he came crumbling with the sand.

He ate an unfortunate apple,

Only to be awoken by the next door lamb.

 

He found the girl with the missing shoe,

But he knew it looked better on him.

He swam to find his mermaid,

Only to be attacked by the sea crabs.

 

He felt a croak from within,

And off he went into the pond.

He was no beauty, he was no beast,

And time had run out from the feast.

 

I live to tell a sad story,

Of how the king met his queen

It wasn’t in a fairy-tale,

But by his mother who knew her friend’s niece.

 

-J

 

 

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