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.
queen for a day of
bohemian rhapsody
escape from reality
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
There was once a TV show called Queen for a Day;
Its premise was really bizarre.
Contestants were chosen to prove to the world
How their pathos could lower the bar.
Their sob stories covered all manner of ills –
Like bankruptcy, jail or disease.
The audience listened and voted for one
More pathetic by several degrees.
A meter on stage measured all the applause
(For the claps equaled votes, one supposes).
Then the winner appeared and they gave her a crown
And a cape and a bouquet of roses.
There were tears, there were sighs and euphoria reigned;
Spirits certainly couldn’t get higher.
Then to top it all off, they presented the Queen
With a shiny new washer and dryer!
How that solved all her problems I never did get
But I learned that a washing machine,
If presented with roses, a cape and a crown
Could transform someone into a queen!
Whether I need A Night at the Opera
Or desire to Bicycle away,
I can always turn to my music
and so become Queen for a day.
They sing of a Crazy Little Thing Called Love
and assure me It's a Beautiful Day.
They support me when I Want to Break Free,
and seduce me with You Take My Breath Away.
They sing to me of rhapsodies Bohemian
and save me from running Headlong;
And when I”m down, they're always at hand
To remind me The Show Must Go On.
Queen for a day what will I say to my subjects who are far away
Queen for a day people are waiting your majesty is saying where is she
Queen for a day I will be polite yet lay down the law
Queen for a day that's all
Queen for day it's almost over now
Queen for day take a bow
Copy@written June 2013
If I were queen for a day I would sit on my thrown
loving myself and all that I own
being pampered from head to toe
traveling worldwide whereever i want to go
If I were queen for a day I would live in a castle
living the life of glamour free from all hastle
relaxing on a secluded beach in the bahamas
and sippin endlessly on bahama mammas
If I were queen for a day I would dreess to the nine
everything I wear would have me looking so fine
smelling of perfume that's oh so sweet
living in the lap of luxury just can't be beat
All hail to the queen which is me
be it real life or fantasy
but wouldn't it be great to see
a dream turn into reality.
We bound down the stairs, out into the light-of-day, and into the blue of the
misty breezes, heavily laden with the smell of wild sea salt roses that grow in
perfusion along the winding road, that bends and turns in gentle lifts and dips to
the other side of the bay, where it crosses the bridge and rises up and winds
away, over the hill.
Overhead the seagulls screech and glide over the ocean spray that washes on
the rocks on the lower banks behind our house along the Fundy Bay, where we
run like the wind through the fields of fresh cut hay and make our way to the
rocky mantle below .
There in the volcanic plateau, worn smooth as glass by the constant rolling
weight of the ocean, is our pool, known by all in our village, as ‘Lizza’s Bathtub’,
created by the eruption of the earth’s inner core, millennia’s ago.
We slip into the still, salty water that has been warmed beneath the blazing sun,
and float with the perry winkles and tiny crabs and listen to the sound of the
ocean, that roars beneath us as it leaves in the receding tide, while we drift
away, in our minds, my little brother the ‘King’ and I, the ‘Queen’ for a day on
the ‘Fundy Bay’.
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