Allison Symes
Earl Grey Tea
I ran till I could run no more
I dropped to the thick forest floor.
The sounds behind me had now gone
But I knew it was a big con.
They weren’t fooling me anymore.
I guess it would’ve helped if I had
Chosen not to go to the bad,
But when a girl’s luck is so down
And she can nick a pretty crown
To not do so would just seem mad.
Who would miss that one little piece?
Not the king. Not even his niece
And she was the one who wore it!
No, I thought, I do need a bit
Of luck my way, the bad to cease.
I’d sell this lovely work of art
I knew I must make myself part
With it so I could try to use
The money to feed my own muse.
Well, all writers need a good start!
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