The Eoyals vs the poet’s realm

Of splendid thrones of gold or treasures manifold

Of jewelled caskets or lavish banquets

Of Emirs and rajahs Of Sultan and Shahs

Of kings and queens Of rulers and emperors

Of sparkling crowns or flowing gowns

Of their subservient stewards and obedient pages Of their stalwart squires and servile knaves

Of poor and humble, docile minions who tended to regal majestic pavilions And carried about royal palanquins And some were real life harlequins

Of castles and palaces of abounding gold and silver in ostentatious regal splendour

The sidelined fanning maids in waiting Yet to me only one thing worth noticing The minstrels who came to sing from afar for the queen and king

For I'd rather be a poetess for kings so to my tunes swayed a kingdom than I be the king of mere subjects and be filled with regal boredom!

So I could join ranks of troubadours and sing for the king some folklores.

The Eoyals vs the poet’s realm

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