Oh What A Knight

Silence she said,

Why said he?

Because she said,

I am the Queen.

Well if you are the Queen, said he,

What pray tell, does that make me.

for surely I must be the King.

Ha, she cried,

You are only the King,

in your own vanities eye.

For all you do all day

Is sit and stroke your face,

Pretending to be in thought,

When in reality you were never even

titled, His grace.

So be silent now

And titter no more,

For I have grown weary

Of not only you,

But also your chambermaid whore.

What, What was that you just said?

It is you…you overgrown pin cushion that should be silent.

Lest I command of you…OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.

Off with my head said the queen,

Well that will never happen…

Not even in your wildest dreams.

For as you sat there and stroked your face,

I doctored up just a little bit, that rancid smelling wine.

So hear me now, and hear me this day.

I AM the Queen, and in a few short hours…

Ha..ha, they will be carrying you away.

Besides, that cute black night over there,

Loves to bring me flowers…

J. Allen Wilson © 2004