Today the challenge for NaPoWriMo is to write a pesona poem, a poem of someone that’s not particularly me.
Queen of Hearts
I have been greatly maligned
By Alice, that disrespectful child
“Fat, pompous, bad-tempered old tyrant” she calls me
When all I’ve been is the symbol of my monarchy
And she claims that it’s all tyranny!
I am not fat just big boned you see
There is more to love of me
Was it wrong for me to be angry?
“Off with her head” was my decree
All I asked my gardeners to grow
Were my gorgeous red roses
In all my rose bushes
Was it wrong for me to be furious?
When I saw all of those sickly white flowers
When I play my favorite game of croquet
The flamingoes that I use as mallets
Keep moving their heads during the game
How can I ever hit the prickly balls
When the hedgehogs keep rolling away
Wouldn’t you be frustrated too?
When you miss every time you aim
And the results always remain the same
© Faridah Masniari 2013