Battle of the Quills
Deep in the forest, where gnarly trees grow
There's a kingdom called Poetry, where verses never cease to flow
Anyone could challenge for the throne who had poetic skill
Then would begin the battle, the battle of the quills!
The king was challenged for the throne by a poet named Will
The king weaved his golden quill with great skill
and beat him easily, for his metaphors were weak,
The king then put him in the dungeon for a week!
But it was said that the queen was a witch
Who stole the thoughts of other poets making them her own
She won every battle without a hitch
It seemed she'd always be on the throne
When upon her magic mirror she would call
It always said she was the best poetess of all
Throughout the kingdom it was told
That a girl, Cindy, who was only sixteen years old
Could weave her words with metaphors untold
Her poems were stellar, glittering like gold
When the queen heard of this, she asked her mirror again
But the mirror told her she would lose her reign
The lass said she would challenge for the throne
But they warned of the queen's powers, which were well known
The girl's mother gave her a brooch that would repel
Any of the queen's intrusive spells
So the lass challenged for the throne
The queen laughed, thinking the girl's muse she could clone
All the people gathered round, for it was indeed a thrill
To watch poets weave verses in the battle of the quills
The queen tried to steal her words, but to no avail
Cindy won the battle, the queen's plan had failed
People began cheering and dancing all around
Cindy became queen, and proudly wore the crown!!
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2024
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