Vindictive Vixen
You are asking me about what is the matter?
I am not dancing with a woman who wants my head on a platter.
That was a strange request she presented before the king.
How could that brazen little vixen do such a thing?
Upstairs, she is performing before many amazed eyes.
I am here in the dungeon awaiting my inevitable demise.
My cousin has been preaching out and about everywhere.
Please try to find him and tell him to beware.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013
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