When They Are Gone Poem by King Big Head

Bah! humbug! Merry XmAS

Never mind King Big Head, your poems will get better with practice (probably) ! ! !

I have never claimed to have the biggest head. I have only claimed to misplace it occasionally. So if you must, throw me in the tower with Heather of Wilson.

I`ve worked it out, you`re a fraud, I bet in some quiet room you`ve got a hand maiden writing your poems. Own up-- Oh dear, now I`M worried I`ll be thrown in the tower.

Wow, an amazing poem. So strong but yet so soft, beautiful use of words. I shed a tear when I read this one back. kings have feelings too you know.