Queen For a Day

A sculpting master all alone, This lonely man was fully grown. Using neither blood or bone, Chiseled out a heart of stone. Next he carved a woman's face, The hair was cut from satin lace. Once he got the rest in place, Her eyes became his saving grace. Shining bright all soft and warm, His love it seemed was not the norm. Preparing for the coming storm, He polished up her supple form. Then he took her into town, Sadly looked just like a clown. The people there all put him down, A King and Queen without a crown.