As he celebrates the coronation alone 
a stray dog buries that precious bone
for sake of having the freedom to roam
no worries about not having a home

Kings seem to come and go in a flash
Queens stick around they seem to last
Princely sums support the game
Princess pretends its all the same

In days of old when nights were dark
it didn't take over four hours to park
entertainment was easy as finding shade
cooling the family and very homemade

honour amongst thieves wasn't a lark
crossing the tracks was very stark
on a hill at sunset was frowned upon
evil came out as the sun went gone

Crowning a king's much like superstition
we're trying to sing out of intuition
dacing in thyme for better nutrition
cultivating thoughts of organic suspicion

Now for sake of tourism and trade
new spawned regal deals have been made
Class structure won't be bought or sold
though some will feel its stale and cold 
 

 
ŠThorbArt2006
originglly First Line, Last Line
Posted: 5/6/2006 3:48:46 PM