Hi, friends and loyal readers. Here’s my latest poem and I must admit, it’s a bit lengthy. Hey! Where are you going, my ADHD, instant gratification friend? If you give my offering a read, I am sure you won’t regret it so… come on back to your computer terminal and share a bit of your time with me. Come on… don’t be shy. I’m not judging you. That’s right, sit down and revel in the wit (twit?) that is Stash. To make your investment of time a bit more gratifying, I have decided to make this verse a bit interactive in nature. Ahhh, but more about that later… here’s my poem. Stash
Queen Gwendolyn
Gwendolyn, a much loved queen,
Sat upon her jeweled throne.
A grand shiny castle
Was the place that she called home.
Her tower sat high atop a hill,
That looked down upon the town.
Her people always looked cheerful
But as for Gwen… she wore a frown.
Although the skies were ever blue,
Gwendolyn always saw the cloud.
It was as if she perpetually wore
A dark and worrisome shroud.
The Queen had few reasons to be unhappy.
She had beauty and wealth aplenty.
Gazing out of her lead glass window,
She still felt her life was empty.
Nothing could bring a smile to her face…
Not the jesters, the jugglers or the clowns.
Not even a giggling, chubby baby
Could rid her of her frown.
A call went out by the court advisor…
To find a cure for the queen’s malaise.
He, who could complete this feat,
Would live happily for the rest of his days.
In gratitude, the hero would be granted
His weight in diamonds and gold…
This and as many maidens as
His strong, helpful arms could hold.
With this proclamation, the town got busy.
Every Tom, Dick and Harry tried and tried
But the more the townsfolk endeavored,
The more the melancholy Queen cried.
Then, one morning, a miracle happened.
There seemed no reason as to why
But the Queen was seen laughing and singing,
Her spirits lifted, they seemed to fly.
Here’s where we engage in a bit of interactivity…
I offer to you various scenarios in which our story may
have concluded. You pick the one you like… if none
of them satisfy your need for poetic closure,
drop me a line with your suggestion and I will try to
include it in with my optional endings.
Option 1
No one knew what had accomplished this feat
And the Queen… well, she wasn’t saying.
Would this mood lift last forever?
There was no way to know…
But the entire kingdom was praying.
Option 2
It seems this was the day after our election
And finally there would be some peace.
Civility would again be the law of the land
And the sniping and mud slinging would cease.
Option 3
No one was aware of it back then…
That’s why the Queen’s malady had been mystery.
What Her Majesty had been suffering from
Was the first documented case of PMS in history.
Option 4
The Queen had been resigned and patient
But her worry and sorrow were now outgrown.
Today was the much anticipated day
That Gwendolyn would receive her new iPhone.
Option 5
It was graduation day, in the Queen Mother’s home,
And the good Prince had mastered his courses.
Now he’d be out of the castle and on his own…
Gone would be his clutter, his mess and his horses.
Option 6
Though she was a queen, she was also a woman
And clothing, for Gwen, had always been a passion.
But her spanks got too binding… her shoes too tight…
She swore, no longer would she be slave to fashion.
Option 7
The Queen, a compassionate caring ruler,
Had tired of foreign conflicts and senseless war.
She had awoken and come to her senses
And decided that there would be no more.
Option 8 (“idea suggested” by my friend Kelly)
The Queen had mourned the passing of her King.
It was the cost of great love, that had to be paid.
But her grieving was now over… she had a beau…
And last night was the first, in a long time,
That the Queen Gwendolyn again got laid.
Option 9
(Your answer as to why Queen Gwendolyn’s
mood had so drastically changed.)
End
