There are seismic sensations
In all my wide relations.
Always a rocky start to things
Wouldn't be better with kings.
Looking out for number one
Only if I'm number one.
Never curtsying to the queen bee
Seeing as I am she.
Drink to my health
Behind all your stealth.
Filled with indignant malice
I refuse to be naïve Alice.
For I'm only the queen of hearts
The jury definitely have no hearts
For then they won't nearly suit
And subjects won't ever stay put.
Skie's note;Thanks again for reading.
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This is more of a random rhyming session not some emotionally driven text( If you think so ;).)
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