They Are Commoners She Said
They are commoners she said, not my type.
I am one of the commoners, and not impressed.
Where did your haughtiness come from? I ask her.
Not from my side of the family I hope!
From Daddy, she says. I glare at him.
He shrugs, wanting always to be the king.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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