Short Stories Told by Rhyme

THE QUEEN

There once was a woman who is beautiful and smart,

Men throughout the country would call her a living piece of art,

She had everything but a heart,

Her reign as queen brought a great kingdom to a terrible start

One dreadful day came for the entire kingdom cried,

After hearing news that their beloved king died,

But the queen hid a toothy grin,

For the kingdom was an easy win

The queen desired a life without regret,

So she hosted parties from sunrise to sunset,

But still she wasn't content,

Her actions gave the people a great effect

The royal adviser made a shocking discovery,

The queen confessed the murder when her mind was drunk and silly,

That rumor was spread far and wide,

The people were no longer at the queen's side

The queen hid in her room and quivered in fear,

For the first time in her life she had shed a tear,

The consequences of her crimes were already clear,

The day she were to die was drawing near

Rebels demanded her head on a silver plate,

So they broke into the castle for they simply cannot wait,

The queen gave a faint smile and accepted her fate,

They finally chopped her head off with all their hate

It was a miracle that the tables have turned,

The people watched as the queen's headless body burn,

The kingdom rejoiced for they have earned,

The freedom and justice they have truly deserved

MY LIFE AS THE FLOOR

I am nothing more,

But a cement floor,

Being stepped on all day,

On the ground where I always stay

I've seen people come and go,

I've witnessed mothers pulling children shouting, "NO!"

I watched people putting on street shows,

At night there is nothing but silence and the street lamp's glow

I am hurt by the feet,

Of people standing up from their seat,

Of people on the dancefloor,

Of people pushing and pulling the door

All my life I've despised mankind,

They have never been a bit nice or kind,

To stop making them add their combined weight,

Because of them I'm in this pitiful state

I wish I have never been born,

From that day my spirit was always broken and torn,

All I've ever done is morn,

That the humans have been but a thorn