Three Queens
You pray and you pray, ’til you reach the Queen
You close your eyes, she must not be seen.
You ask for blessings, wisdom and fame.
Get down on your knees, and worship her name.
You search and you search, ’til you find the One.
Her image perfect, her smile is the sun.
Devoted to you, for all of her life.
Get down on your knee, make her your wife.
You climb and you climb, ’til you reach the Top.
She towers above you, wielding a crop.
You fall to your knees, touch your nose to the dirt.
Stay down on your knees, this is going to hurt.
The Seventh Sister
Tall-ish Tales (Short-ish Stories)
© CMA 2016
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