Once upon a time
in a tiny kingdom
called Beautiful Water
there lived a silly faux monarch and his fair maiden
in their castle aka duplex
No mote, no portcullis
but one groovy fence about a humble abode
littered with rooms
ill-appointed and dingy
but with affectionate wainscoting in spades
Nonetheless, they would often rue
the lack of spoil within those walls
'twas an age of shoddy floor-space
like a page with no margins
hence, the royal bedchamber was more a sleep shed
Trips out of town, no doubt
called for something fancy
a room with a view
a bed fit for a king
to stretch out without bother
But a funny thing happened on the way
to forming a quorum
they both pined
for the cramped quarters
left behind
The little bumps
and rubs in the night
came to be a comfort
a way of saying
"Hello, I know you're there and I like it that way"
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 7:35 PM UTC
Once upon a time
in a tiny kingdom
called Beautiful Water
there lived a silly faux monarch and his fair maiden
in their castle aka duplex
No mote, no portcullis
but one groovy fence about a humble abode
littered with rooms
ill-appointed and dingy
but with affectionate wainscoting in spades
Nonetheless, they would often rue
the lack of spoil within those walls
'twas an age of shoddy floor-space
like a page with no margins
hence, the royal bedchamber was more a sleep shed
Trips out of town, no doubt
called for something fancy
a room with a view
a bed fit for a king
to stretch out without bother
But a funny thing happened on the way
to forming a quorum
they both pined
for the cramped quarters
left behind
The little bumps
and rubs in the night
came to be a comfort
a way of saying
"Hello, I know you're there and I like it that way"
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