Come one, come all.
Her majesty has ordered
Everyone to the Royal Court.
She has put out a reward
To find who makes her favorite
Soap.
These fragrant bars made
With love, impossible to find
In any shop.
She's already beheaded
Three men.
The fourth a girl whom had
Small bits of information.
A dark haired maiden
Whom cheeks bathe in dimples.
Her majesty has lost her mind
With being said.
These bars must be one of a kind
She must have the best
Of everything.
She's even offered the girl
A spot by her side.
Come one, come all
If you can bring her majesty
The maiden with deep dark curls.
You may just save a life.
Even your own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem