So I thought
Her spell she cast
Dressed in roses
To weaken my reason
The crown upon my head
She eyed;
The scepter of my blessing
She held
The applaud of my heroic nature
A disguise of her true fate
Named King;
A title whose seed is washed by charm
Power i claimed to possess
Repossessed by a silent dress
Her crafty beauty a serpent by design
Has her fangs dipped in masculine wit
I now see her for her true nature
She desires more than coin
More than jewels precious
Or pearls uncommon
More than title or power
More than diamond affection
More than gold plated attention
She wants to be the man
Alas!
We then laugh sparingly
For she is but man to will Man
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