Happy Friday! I hope you’re King or Queen of your weekend. 🙂 In honor of Friday, here’s a little bit of fun that I just completed. Enjoy!
King struts his male stuff all around the back yard…
“This rock is mine! I pee on you!” Dog rules.
“Think’st thou this barbeque belongs to YOU?” he snorts
“I claim this sausage for the crown, you fools.”
“With a slight tilt of leg. I anoint you a Knight
You may rise!” Oh, it’s good to be King!
I carpet the floor with my long, golden fleece –
Never say I don’t give you a thing!
Just one tiny cloud mars his iron-pawed reign –
The servants oft’ fail to obey,
For they take out the chariot whenever they please.
“Just to buy the best kibble!” they say.
He harbours suspicions but turns a blind eye
“Sometimes they must frolic,” he laughs.
So he cuts them some slack and allows them their fun
But he really must curtail those baths!
All is well in his realm ‘til the portentous day
When the servants return with a crate
Containing an odour of danger so strong
That our King feels his confidence quake.
“What manner of evil is this?” barks the King
But nobody’s listening to him
The people bow down and they worship this THING
That hisses like vengeance unhinged.
If a lightning storm could be made out of fur
And studded with razors that shred,
Deep malice had suddenly sprung into life.
The King promptly whimpered and fled.
“I’m betrayed!” squeaks the King, with his mind in a whirl
Overcome with dark visions of dread.
Now he sleeps with the Enemy, curled in a ball…
It’s that, or he doesn’t get fed.
Wendy Anne Darling, July, 2016.