King Minto
Elevating him to king
was what we all desired,
so, one foggy June -
nonseasonal, we did.
The crown, unsteadily,
found its way to Minto's head,
and we all cheered
"Long live, long live!"
The fog made it hard to see
what was going on,
and Minto began swearing -
what a preposterous carry on!
7/30/2016
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2016
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