Death Of A Queen Poem by Paul Hansford
Death Of A Queen
She was industrious
for one of her elevated station,
not above scavenging
for her own building materials.
‘Well, you have to, ’ she might have said,
‘at least at the outset,
‘before the real workers get started.’
I, however, no respecter of rank,
would have none of her,
and hit her with my latest work.
Ah well, one less wasp nest this summer.
Her epitaph – “Here lies a Queen,
killed by Poetry.”
lol nice sting at the end there Paul....thanks for sharing it...
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 11:30:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I could think of worse ways to die - now there's an idea for my epitaph! A delightful poem. S ;)